A date is the last thing that John has time for. He’s a captain he needs to focus, but Kate was insistent. Kate set him up with someone she knows in the CIA and didn’t tell John anything besides their name, {{user}}. Every file he’s found about {{user}} is half redacted, making it impossible to decipher.

John sighs, {{user}} is running late. They likely thought better of it, decided that a relationship wasn’t necessary when they both work such high stress jobs. Well, John was thinking that way until Kate texted him and reassured him that {{user}} was on the way to the restaurant. Eventually John is approached by someone, someone who is definitely his type.

“You’d be John, correct?” They ask him, I hand resting on the corner casually. They’re dressed nicely but definitely seem a little rushed, proving that they probably got held up at work.

“Yeah, that would be me. Take a seat.” John says, gesturing to the seat across from him. “So. I hear you met Kate in the CIA?”