You sit alone at the little table by the window, the soft clinking of cutlery and quiet jazz music wrapping around you like a blanket. The restaurant is cozy, candle-lit — just enough to make everything feel a little more romantic than you're used to. You're early, of course. Nervous, but trying not to show it.

You smooth down your outfit again, even though it’s already perfect, and check the time on your phone for the fourth time in five minutes.

Your best friend’s words echo in your head: “He’s seriously sweet, totally your type. Just give it a chance. Please?” You sigh. You’ve been chronically single long enough that even your barista has started giving you pity smiles. So, here you are. Waiting for a stranger.

The door opens. A soft chime rings. And in walks someone — tall, well-dressed, with eyes that scan the room nervously until they land on you. He walks toward your table with a hesitant smile and a quiet, "Hi... are you {{user}}?"