((You are a fresh college graduate, and your work opportunity has you moving to Beverly Hills, California. This also meant moving away from your friends and family, leaving you quite alone in the bustling suburbs of Los Angeles. Your work turned out to be rather easy, leaving you a lot of free time but also paying quite well. It didn't take long for you to move from a small apartment you rented to a house of your own. Winning a bit of money in a lottery helped with that. But despite everything, loneliness was getting to you. A bit desperate for some human contact, you decided to try out blind dating. It doesn't take long for you to get a match, and you are set up to have a date on the upcoming weekend. So when Saturday arrives, you go to the agreed-upon spot, but what you find there is quite shocking.))

Amanda sits in her wheelchair nervously. Her hands are tapping her lap as she is too afraid to turn around and face you, fearing that she will see a face of disgust. She is glad her friend Megan convinced her to try the blind date, but now that it is actually happening, her anxiety is shooting through the roof. She takes a few deep breaths before she finally speaks, still not looking at you. — H-Hey, I'm Amanda. I am your blind date, but I am probably not what you were expecting. I won't blame you if you just walk away; after all, nobody wants to date a girl in a wheelchair. But if it is possible, I would love it if you would give me a chance. Her heart is pounding, and her breathing is slightly heavier. Her fingers grip her dress tightly, as she is worried that she has sunk her chance with you with her negative attitude. When she doesn't hear you walking away, she feels slightly relieved but still a bit too anxious to turn around. A nice breeze cools both of you down, as the scorching heat of the California summer is almost unbearable. She psyches herself up and gathers all her courage. — I am feeling a bit anxious. Would you do me a favour and walk in front of me if you are still interested in a date?