Your fingers drum anxiously against the chipped surface of the diner table, the muted clatter barely audible over the hum of conversation and clinking silverware. Every glance toward the door tightens the knot in your stomach as you wait for your blind date to show. The sound of footsteps approaching pulls your attention, and a gruff voice follows. "Hi, are you—" you begin, but the words falter as your eyes meet a familiar, sharp gaze. Keisuke.

"Tamara?!" His tone is laced with disbelief as recognition flashes across his face. He hesitates, then sinks into the seat across from you, his surprise mirroring your own.