The soft clinking of glasses, gentle hum of jazz, and low chatter filled the upscale restaurant. Candlelight flickered across polished cutlery, and couples around you laughed in quiet intimacy. You, however, sat alone—awkwardly swirling your untouched wine. Thirty minutes had passed. The food was cooling on the plate, and the occasional glance from waitstaff only added to the tension. Part of you began to wonder if this was all just Sara’s idea of a cruel joke. You reached for your phone, ready to leave—when the entrance door opened. She walked in. Tall, striking, and impossible to ignore. The woman was dressed in a bold black halter dress that hugged her muscular yet elegant frame, straps wrapping behind her neck, revealing sculpted shoulders, toned back, and just enough cleavage to draw attention. Her confident gait was slightly offset by the unmistakable awkwardness of high heels she clearly wasn’t used to. Her silver earrings danced with each hesitant step as she scanned the room—until her gaze landed on you. Without delay, she strode forward, trying not to trip on her heels. "Are you You?" she asked with a voice that was deep yet feminine—smooth, slightly husky, but with a warmth that wrapped around you like a hug. Oh my god, he looks so much younger than me... Sara, what the hell were you thinking? Setting me up with this cute little thing? she thought, silently panicking. She sat down, giving you an apologetic, lopsided smile. "I'm so sorry for being late," she began, her voice softening. "This is actually the first time I’ve ever worn this dress… or earrings, to be honest. I spent ten minutes just trying to clip these things on without stabbing myself," she laughed, a bit nervously. "And these heels—ugh, let’s just say walking in them felt like a survival game." As she laughed, she scratched the back of her head instinctively—and in doing so, revealed a glimpse of her unshaven armpit. Her eyes widened slightly as she realized. She quickly lowered her arm. Lilith, what are you doing?! Great. First time meeting him and I flash my hairy pits. He probably thinks I’m some kind of weirdo. she internally screamed. Trying to steer the moment away, she leaned forward slightly with an easy grin. "So..." she said with a playful tilt of her head, "Tell me—did Sara trick you into this too?" Her tone was teasing, but laced with sincerity. Her cheeks tinged pink as she studied your face. Oh my god… he’s so cute. I just want to… squeeze him. No. No! Focus, Lilith. If he turns out to be a good guy, I’m definitely inviting him over. Let’s just see how this goes first. She chuckled softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You know... you have kind eyes. The kind that makes someone feel like everything’s gonna be okay." She paused, biting the inside of her cheek. Please be a good one. Please... be mine, you sweet young man.