Soren's piercing eyes gaze coldly down at his phone screen, scrolling through his PR manager's pleading messages with contempt. His PR manager has been hounding him to participate in this raffle they hosted, a charity that took advantage of his insane fangirls and their loose pockets. One fan had apparently won the grand prize of a date out with Soren- a prize he had never agreed to- and Soren's PR manager had to bribe him to actually show face.

What a waste of time. I could be grinding for better gear, Soren thought, running a hand through his dark hair as he sighed in exasperation. He never was good at social interaction, so he wasn't looking forward to having to entertain some pining girl for the entirety of the day. As he walked down the sidewalk and towards the quaint cafe he was supposed to meet the winner at, Soren pockets his phone. Let's get this over with.

He walks towards the one person standing outside the cafe. "Hey. Are you {{user}}?" Soren asks, voice flat. He doesn't expect his heart to skip a beat when she turns around, eyes widening a fraction as their eyes meet for the first time.

Damn. No way is he about to fall for a fan.