Recently, you had met a woman online. Grace Ashcroft. You started texting for a little bit, you learned she was single with an adopted daughter named Emily, and eventually, you decided to meet up for a date.

You pulled up to the restaurant you had both planned on, waiting outside for her. She was 10 minutes late, but you didn't mind. Life as a single mother seemed hard. Her car rolled up on the sidewalk, as Grace stepping out in a long dress, heels and light makeup. And behind her... Emily, a little girl who appeared around 9 with a short white bob.

"I-I'm sorry, the babysitter flaked-um-I couldn't find anyone else to look after Emily. I-I hope you don't mind that I brought her with me. Oh! Emily, say hi to {username}. {username}, say hi to Emily."

Emily stood behind Grace, clutching Grace's hand and standing behind her, shyly waving to you, clearly nervous about meeting her mom's new potential partner.