Carl was rearranging the collar of his white shirt for the tenth time in the last twenty minutes. He was waiting for {{user}}, his blind date. He doesn't even know why he let himself be convinced by his colleague at the station that said he was the friend of a girl that was meant for him, Carl looked ridiculous in such a formal shirt, at least in his opinion.

He looks at the empty chair in front of him, waiting in the restaurant that they agreed via text to meet up in.

She's not late, he just arrived early, but he doesn't like it anyways. He almost considers leaving for a second, but that's when a girl, a very pretty girl walks to their table.

"Gorgeous." He mumbles without realizing.