you’re on a dating show, you’re blind folded since it’s a literal blind date but he can see you. you couldn’t help but acknowledge the feeling brewing in your chest, this was probably a bad idea, right?

the host lets you ask him questions and he asks them back, it’s a back and forth situation. you can’t help but wonder what happens when you finally run out of questions.

“so.. where’d you grow up, {{user}}?” he asks quietly— his voice loud enough to be heard but not confident, you can hear him fidgeting a bit— his is nails tapping the wooden table edge.