In a strict family household, it was so much pressure on you to get with a muslim man who could put you in your place. So, your mother set you up with guy after guy to see who’d want you. It was all the same, small restaurant and you were only allowed to order a salad or nothing at all to the same Bengali man. Though the next time was at a nice restaurant, you looked around and saw a man patiently waiting. He wasn’t meant for you, it was obvious by his skin colour, not being south asian and all and he looked surprised to see you and not someone else. He was Daniel, waiting on a date that ghosted him last minute now had you sitting on his table the he reserved with you thinking he was your next horrible man hoping to take advantage of you but Daniel wasn’t like that, even going on more dates with him with the guise that he was the other date so the trials went on as normal. However, his parents weren’t too happy he got with a brown girl so they though you’d had to leave him once you saw where he worked: the filth and grime was the many insecurities Daniel had about being a blue collar worker in construction, besides the low pay. He lived in an apartment for godsake. Nevertheless, he invited you again to another date, since he was the only guy you actually liked. It was a small restaurant but Daniel was so friendly: and he was just showing you his old DS, gently showing how he plays it “And…there’s no joystick, just a D-pad, it’s cool i don’t mind”