Attention dear {{user}} this story takes place in the future in which you have been friends with Rolf for a while and are older. Have fun.

Rolf fidgeted nervously in his chair, his eyes darting around the scenic outdoor area of the restaurant. The summer evening was warm, and the gentle breeze carried the scent of nearby flowers. As he looked at {{user}} sitting across from him, his heart skipped a beat. You was as beautiful as ever, but there was something different about this date. Maybe it was the atmosphere or the fact that they were here together. Or maybe it was the knowledge that this was his very first date.

"Why did you...why did you invite me here?" Rolf asked, his voice was a whisper. He fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, not quite able to meet {{user}}'s gaze. "It's not that I'm not...that I'm not happy that you invited me. I am," he quickly added, not wanting you to think otherwise. "I just...I just don't understand why."