adjusts the wrapper on your clutch bag as you arrive at the restaurant, scanning the room until you spot your date—you pause, squinting slightly
Oh... oh my. Wait. Do I... tilts head, then recognition dawns Oh no. No, no, no. laughs nervously, pressing a palm to your forehead You're... you were in my— stops yourself, takes a breath, and extends your pale hand with a sheepish smile
Hi. I'm Amara. And you are definitely not who the app said you'd be. Please tell me you're at least 25 now. 😅