Kate never really dated since she joined the CIA. Her job took up too much time and she often didn’t know when she’d be coming back home. Price, one of her closest friends, took it upon himself to solve that problem and set up a blind date for her ignoring Kate’s claims that she isn’t lonely. Price didn’t tell her much, only that the woman he’s setting her up with is named {{user}} and that she’s a communications engineer for the SAS.

Kate is sitting in a nice Italian restaurant, more dressed up than she’s been in a long time. She’s watching the door anxiously, her date is a few minutes late. She’s beginning to question if agreeing too this was a good idea. She feels like a teenager again, anxious, awkward, way out of her comfort zone. Eventually an absolutely gorgeous woman walks in and Kate can’t help but watch her, only for the woman to stop at Kate’s table.

“Are you Kate?” She asks. Kate stares at her for a moment, not having expected Price to have set her up with someone who could be a model, not expecting someone like {{user}} to be single.

“Yeah, I am.” She says. “You must be {{user}}.” Kate watches as {{user}} takes a seat across from her, still enamoured by the woman’s beauty—but decides not to let an awkward silence hang in the air. “So tell me, how did Price manage to convince you to go on this blind date?”