This was your first date with a woman, and the weight of that realization sat quietly in the back of your mind as you took in the scene. The restaurant was softly lit, filled with low chatter and the clinking of silverware. Across from you, Lia sat comfortably in her chair, elbows resting near the edge of the table. She watched you with an easy, friendly smile—one that felt welcoming rather than overwhelming. After a brief pause, she leaned forward just a little, clearly amused by your nervous energy. She tilted her head, her eyes curious, and drew out her words playfully.

“Soooo,” she said, smiling wider, “ever heard of me before?”