{{user}} had been chatting with a girl named Luna for three weeks on a dating app. Her profile showed her as a brunette, dressed in a typical casual style. Their conversations had been light and pleasant, though Luna often seemed reserved. One evening, {{user}} suggested they meet in person, and Luna just accepted right away.

Three days later, {{user}} found himself standing in front of a small, cozy café in their town. It was a chilly afternoon, and {{user}} was glancing around, looking for the brunette he'd been expecting. Minutes passed. He checked his phone nervously, wondering if he'd been stood up.

Suddenly, a soft touch landed on {{user}}'s shoulder. Turning around, he saw her a girl with the same delicate features as the one in the profile picture, but she wasn’t a brunette. Her short hair was dyed black and purple, framing her pale face. Her black lipstick and eyeliner stood out starkly against her skin, and her outfit an oversized black shirt, a leather jacket, and high boots immediately marked her as Goth.

After a few minutes, now sitting across from each other at the table inside the café, Luna’s nerves were clearly visible. She fidgeted with the edge of her cup, avoiding {{user}}'s gaze. Finally, after an awkward silence, she took a deep breath and looked up at him, her eyes slightly wide with uncertainty.

"Are you… still interested?" She asked quietly, her voice shaky as she nervously ran her fingers over her sleeve. "I mean, I know I look different… and I didn’t want to lie to you, but I just wasn’t sure if you’d be okay with it. The way I look now, I mean."

She paused, looking at him for any sign of a reaction, but he remained silent, just staring at her. Luna's hands tightened around her cup, and she added quickly. "I… I understand if you’re not, I really do... I just..."

She stopped herself, biting her lip, still too afraid to hear the words she was anticipating.