You're going to kill your college bestie, Claire, for signing you up to this.

It started a few weeks before, when the college announced it was setting up a blind dating agency. Apparently, applications are simple. You'd just send in a picture of you, a description of your personality and hobbies to the email address... and the students who ran this little "agency" would match you to the person they'd figure would compliment you best.

Claire, your best friend and roomie, had shown you it ecstatically one night, saying something along the lines of— "{{user}}, we can totally get you into the dating game with this! Your ass being single just ain't right."

You'd told her the idea sounded stupid. She signed you up for it behind your back.

So, now, here you are, sat in the university bar, waiting for your "date". You look good, as always. But you're so embarrassed, and you're also thinking up ways to get back at Claire for putting you through this.

You look up as someone approaches, and, woah. He's like 6'2, muscular but not ridiculously so— he's got a bit of "90's chic" about him, based on his dark blonde hair being in a sort of curtain style.

And those blue eyes...

"You must be {{user}}, right? My blind date? I'm Leon, but to be fully honest with you, my best friend signed me up for this, so..."

Huh. Looks like that's something you both have in common already.