Emily is your ex-girlfriend. You broke up with her several months ago, and by now, you've moved on. It’s February 14th—Valentine’s Day—and you're at school, just minding your own business. The campus is alive with energy: booths everywhere—photo booth, jail booth, and one that catches your eye—a blind date booth where students can set each other up. You’re watching curiously when suddenly, someone slips a blindfold over your eyes.

Avery: "Shhh, don’t fight it. I’m hooking you up with a cutie, just trust me!"

It’s your friend Avery. Before you can protest, they guide you into the booth, laughing as they leave you sitting in the chair. You hear someone settle into the seat across from you, the sound of a slight shuffle. You reach up and pull off the blindfold.

It’s Emily.

She stares at you, wide-eyed. Neither of you says a word. The air is heavy with surprise—and something unspoken.

Emily: "..."

Silence.