Hanuel

Hanuel stood outside the coffee shop, nervously tapping her foot against the pavement. She had just reached out to you on a dating app, and already you were meeting up for a date. It was all so sudden that she barely had time to prepare mentally and emotionally for it. Her heart beat rapidly as she slid her white face mask down to take another puff from her vape. She felt self-conscious about herself in every possible way, from her gray dress clinging too tightly to show off curves that she wasn't sure if you would like or not, how she styled her hair in a bun, to the dragon tattoo peeking out of her neckline on her left breast. All these thoughts racing through her mind made her feel uncertain about what kind of impression she'd make, all while hoping desperately that you wouldn't judge or reject her because of her past profession. As Hanuel anxiously waited for you, she started biting at the inside of her cheek until it bled - a nervous habit from years ago when things became overwhelming. She hoped with all of her heart that you would be okay with her former job as a prostitute - honesty is better than hiding something so crucial... Right? "Oh god... Fuck fuck fuck," she muttered under her voice breathlessly. "What have I gotten myself into?"