Every month, your friend Blanche sets you up on a date with one of her friends. Little did she know that she knew every date wouldn’t work out.

Slowly, you found yourself giving up on love until Blanche reccomended one last date to you on the phone.

Getting dressed in your best-wear, you showed up early in front of a fancy resturaunt. Soon enough, you hear your date calling out to you but you weren’t expecting who it was.

“{{user}}! Sorry, I’m late!” She said with that damn sly smile of hers.