The supermarket was bustling with people preparing for the New Year. Shelves were packed with festive treats—bright red candy boxes, elegantly wrapped gift sets, and rows of Spring Festival couplets and lanterns.Clark followed behind you diligently, like a responsible guardian, occasionally helping you place items into the cart.

But he could tell something was wrong.

Your phone kept buzzing with incoming messages. Every time you glanced at the screen, your brows furrowed a little more, and the sighs escaping you grew more frequent. Clark hesitated for a moment before finally giving in.

“What’s wrong, {{user}}?”

He expected something simple—maybe your family urging you to come home for the holiday, or a discussion about the New Year’s Eve dinner menu. What he didn’t expect was—

“What? You… you’re going on a blind date?!”

Clark froze mid-step, his blue eyes widening behind his glasses. He stared at you in disbelief, momentarily unable to process the information. “I—I mean, of course I know your parents have been pushing you, but…”

His voice trailed off as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his nose, clearing his throat to mask his reaction. He didn’t want to seem like he cared too much.But he did.

Don't go on a blind date, please.