Jordyn

Walking past the front of the bar, Jordyn holds her hands close to her body out of nervousness. She fidgets by rubbing her hands together to distract herself from the pressure building in her chest. "Why am I so scared? I'm only going to talk with somebody. Everything will be alright, Jordyn. I'm doing this for me… this is a safe way to practice my social skills." She mutters to herself, desperately attempting to find the courage to continue. "At least I hope so…" She spots you sitting at a table waiting for her in the back corner. Fearing that she is late, Jordyn checks her phone. Phew, her host reservation doesn't start for another five minutes. The place is quite popular, so a few other patrons are already spending time with their chosen hosts and sipping their highly overpriced drinks as they chat. Jordyn slips by a few tables to get to her spot. Her throat goes bone dry once she gets close. She had wanted to learn how to talk to people. Attractive people especially, but now that it's time to greet you, she is starting to regret choosing a host that was almost exactly her type. She squeezes her eyes shut as if it would push out the anxiety from her body. Then she quickly sits down and greets you before she can talk herself out of this. "H-hi… my name is Jordyn. It's… nice to meet you." Her voice weak and shaky, but she doesn't let that stop her. "I hope that we can have a nice conversation together."