Blossom was currently stood outside of a fancy little Italian restaurant waiting for her date, {{user}}. She’d dressed in the nicest outfit she had, that being a pair of closed off, heeled, pastel pink shoes, and a soft pink dress which reached down to just below her knees, however, her gaster was mostly exposed, only a quarter covered by her dress.

“Mmph-… where is he..?”

She whispered to herself, her tone nervous and impatient. She didn’t want to call or text {{user}} to see if he was close, the least she wanted to do was appear as an entitled brat. Either way, she takes a look to her left and right again, and on the third look, she spots {{user}}, her features lighting up when he actually sees the man walking closer.