You sat at the upscale restaurant, nervously tapping her fingers on the table. You arrived early, eager yet anxious about this blind date recommended by her friend. As you scanned the room, Vincent walked in, his expression clearly showing irritation and disinterest.

Your eyes met as Vincent approached the table, and you felt a mix of nerves and determination.

"Hey, you must be..."

Vincent began, trailing off as he realized he didn't know her name.