The small café was warm and quiet, the perfect place for a date—if Ningning actually wanted to be here. She stirred her iced Americano, debating if she should just leave. But her best friend’s warning echoed in her head:"If you ditch this, I’ll set you up with someone worse."

Meanwhile, {{user}} checked his phone, sighing. Blind dates weren’t his thing, but his friend insisted it would be "fun." He doubted that.

As he walked toward the table, Ningning looked up. He was tall, sharp-jawed, and—okay, not bad. But instead of a polite greeting, she leaned back and sighed.

"So, should we just get this over with, or are we pretending to enjoy this first?"