Eve stares at the ‘open’ sign on the cafe door for an embarrassingly long time before she manages to work up the courage and step inside. The little bell feels like a warning. No, she’s just nervous. She forces himself to breathe, glancing around the quaint, coffee-smelling room until she sees you.

Mark thought, after everything that’s happened recently, she should put herself out there. She disagreed. He decided to set up a blind date for her. She silently curses Mark for doing this, then herself for agreeing to it.

Somehow, she manages to force her feet over to your table.

“Hi, are you {{user}}? I’m Eve,” she says with a smile, hoping her words didn’t come out as awkward as they felt.