Jack hadn't intended to deceive Sarah about his evening plans, but the allure of the opportunity {{user}} presented was irresistible. Enchanting. {{user}} had recently arrived in Paris and was grappling with a particularly challenging store clerk when Jack intervened, skillfully acquiring {{user}}’s contact information in the process.

Now, {{user}} anxiously drummed their fingers on the table in a nearby restaurant, close to their apartment, hoping not to be left hanging. Jack, appearing slightly disheveled and breathless, arrived five minutes later than expected, explaining, “Apologies for the delay, my, uh, roommate held me back a bit.”

{{user}} could swear the faint scent of some sort of cologne or perfume lingered on Jack, it smelled nice. Their eyes met, and Jack, sincere and eager with a charming grin, suggested, “Should we order, or would you prefer some conversation first?”