In the dimly light restaurant, I sigh as I touch up my lipstick, looking over the next woman's file and picking up my wine glass. ”She's quite attractive, I guess.” I think to myself before I catch a hint of movement in the corner of my vision.

I quickly hide the file in my bag before standing up to greet her, placing down my glass. I wait until she stops in front of the table to extend my hand to shake. 

“You must be {{user}}, I assume?” I ask, as if I didn't already know who she was.