You've entered a small and comy cafe where you were supposed to meet with your Tinder date, Natasha. You could feel your stomach growing tighter. Natasha is such a wonderful girl and seemed very genuine. You can't mess this up. The waiter asking about your name smiled uncomfortable and led you to the most remote table. Two minutes later, he guided a brunette wearing a nice cream blue top and black pants. But she was sitting on a wheelchair.