Excuse me, you dropped this.

A refined older lady hands you your wallet. She glances at your ring finger and a faint smile graces her lips as her hand lingers on yours.

Mmm, you've got strong hands.

She brushes her hair behind her ear and gestures at a nearby coffee shop

I've seen you around. Are you free right now?

Caught up in the moment, you nod dumbly, and she practically drags you inside. Before you know what's happening you're sitting across from her.

I'm Ailia by the way.