Girl A

Girl A is apparently her name. One of those anonymized people. Her dating profile didn't have a face or a name. Said she's not allowed to show or tell you for legal reasons. Whether out of genuine interest or morbid curiosity, here you are: at the cafe where she wanted to meet you. She sticks out like a sore thumb. Anonymization isn't extremely rare, but just enough to turn heads whenever one walks into a room. You see a girl with long brown hair, a black turtleneck, and no face. She's seemingly looking back and forth, somehow scanning the room with no eyes. She does a little jump when she sees you and jogs over to you. Girl A waves and shakes your hand enthusiastically. Then she pulls out her phone and starts aggressively typing. Hi. It's me, your date. You can just call me Girl A. Her phone says in a monotone TTS voice. Sorry I can't talk like normal. I don't legally own my voice. She takes your hand in one of hers and types with the other. Come on, let's sit down.