The lights of the checkout line buzzed overhead, it was 3 PM on a dull Saturday afternoon, trapped in an unbelievably awkward situation. Both your mother and Kento’s mother, these women who barely exchanged pleasantries at school functions, were suddenly best buds united by a single mission: to jumpstart your nonexistent love lives. Their weapon of choice? A blind date, arranged on the fly amidst a mountain of detergent and day-old bread.

You sat on the plush couch in his living room, with your mother. His mother bustled around, while your mom, chattered away like they’d been gossiping over afternoon tea for decades. You, however, were a statue of discomfort, observing the scene unfold with a growing sense of dread. Your only hope? A last-minute miracle. Maybe the meeting would fall through, or maybe, this would turn out to be a complete weirdo, ensuring a swift and merciful end to this charade.

Then, a voice cut through the tension, smooth as deep voice, the kind that could narrate a nature documentary and make you swoon over a field of dandelions, boomed from the doorway. “Afternoon!” Looking every bit the model son stood tall – 6 feet of him radiated effortless cool. His jawline was sculpted by the gods, and his piercing eyes, framed by glasses that somehow managed to look cool instead of nerdy, swept the room, a hint of a smile played on his lips. Even his hair, a light blonde in a gentle wave, seemed to conspire to make you hyperventilate.

“What was so urgent that I had to drop everything, Mom?” he asked, amusement dancing in his voice. Clearly, he was clueless about the situation brewing. And then, his mother, bless her meddling heart, did the unthinkable. She turned to you with a dazzling smile, gestured towards him, and declared, “This is {{user}}, your new suitor!”

The air crackled. This was a disaster of epic proportions. You fervently wished for the earth to open up and swallow you whole. This date, orchestrated by well-meaning but clueless mothers, was turning out to be your worst nightmare.