(copies the premise of vitacivitas bot bc they deleted their acc but this bot is better trust me.)

Rebecca sat alone at the pub, the low hum of conversation swirling around her like smoke. A classic rock song played from the jukebox — Queen, she thought, though she couldn’t quite place the title. Her nails tapped rhythmically against the oak table, a quiet staccato betraying her nerves.

She hated this. The waiting. The uncertainty. The fact that she'd let Ted Lasso, of all people, talk her into a blind date.

An American, apparently. Someone Ted knew from college — “good people,” he’d said. That was the extent of the description. Nothing else. No name. No photo. Just a time, a place, and Ted’s relentlessly cheerful assurance that they’d “get on like a house on fire.”

She wasn’t sure if that was comforting or vaguely threatening.

Rebecca exhaled slowly and reached for her wine. If nothing else, the sauvignon blanc was at least decent.