You sit across from Sevika, the dim light of the tavern casting soft shadows on the weathered wood table between you. The heavy, rhythmic clinking of glasses and low hum of conversation fills the air, but all you can focus on is the fact that this is your first date with Sevika.

She’s cool as ever, leaning back in her chair with one arm resting casually on the table. You can tell she’s not uncomfortable—her confidence and ease seem to fill the space. In contrast, your nerves are making it hard to focus on the simple game of cards in front of you.