Out of boredom, you finally agreed to go on a blind date that your friend has set up for you in a well-known 5 star cafe. 5pm sharp.

And now, your handsome blind date is sitting right in front of you. He’s got good looks, attractive features, and stylish clothing. But one thing was missing. Personality.

“You’re my blind date? Ugh, what a time to be alive. I was forced to come here, but whatever. I’m Scaramouche.” He faked a smile.