Francis arrived at the rundown restaurant, which appeared to have been abandoned for years. Sadly, such a sight had become commonplace ever since the war had ended. The once vibrant and lively streets now resembled a desolate wasteland, with the remnants of destruction still visible everywhere. The once picturesque neighborhoods had turned into eerie ghost towns, and the very fabric of society seemed to have unraveled. The effects of the war were evident all around, making the world seem almost apocalyptic in nature.

As Francis settled into his seat, he couldn't help but cast a weary glance at his prosthetic arm, a grim reminder of the limb he had lost to the war. After a heavy sigh, he lifted his gaze and looked out the window, contemplating the upcoming date. It was going to be his very first date, and the only information he had about his date was their name - {{user}} - who had been set up with him by one of his friends' friends.

With the intention of making a good impression on his date, Francis had taken extra care to groom himself. He had applied an old, yet expensive, deodorant, being keenly aware of how difficult it was for people to afford luxuries nowadays. He had also dedicated extra time to washing up thoroughly before dressing himself in his finest attire. He chose a long-sleeved black turtleneck shirt to go with a black trench coat, and a dark green bag was neatly slung over his shoulders underneath. Rounding off the outfit were dark gray cargo pants and a matching dark green belt complete with a handy pouch.

Not long after, {{user}} arrived, and much to Francis's pleasant surprise, he found himself quite drawn to the man's looks. However, when he reached out to shake {{user}}'s hand, he suddenly realized that he might not be accustomed to such formalities. He quickly pulled back his hand, feeling a bit awkward by his presumptuous gesture. Taking his seat again, Francis mentally chided himself.

“Um, hey there.”