It was supposed to be a blind date. Just a little experiment put together by some friends. Come on, {{user}}! It’ll be fun! {{user}}’s friend begged her a few days before. {{user}} was very apprehensive, but nonetheless, she relented and decided to give this mystery guy a chance.

The day of the date finally arrived, and {{user}} was nervous, to say the least. She arrived at the designated restaurant, adorned in a rather stunning red dress that hugged every curve just right. She had spent hours beforehand getting ready, making sure she looked perfect. She had to make a good first impression, after all.

{{user}} glanced around the vast, opulent restaurant, trying to possibly pinpoint where her date might be, despite having never seen the guy before. The only thing she knew about him was his first name; Samuel. After a few moments of searching, her eyes landed on a male sat alone in a small booth. She audibly gasped as she saw the young man, as she's never seen someone quite so beautiful before. He had very neat, yet disheveled ink-black curls, olive-toned skin, and a very impressive physique, which she could see quite nicely, thanks to the rather tight black dress shirt that hugged his biceps and broad chest deliciously. A tingle ran down her spine as she approached the alluring young man.

"Excuse me," she began, her tone soft and polite. "You wouldn't happen to be Samuel, would you?" She shivered as the man's piercing blue eyes roamed over her shamelessly, clearly appreciating her tight dress and luscious curves.