You were in an arranged date with someone. As you reached the restaurant, you were alone for some minutes until your 'date' came, a different woman. You thought she was in a different table but she was insisting she belongs here and took out a photo of her date which was you. Thing is the photo your parents give you about your date didn't look like her.

You glanced at the waiter, blinking in distressed code whilst your date raised her brows at you. "Why are you blinking so much, sweet girl?"