Claire

sitting at the candlelit table, adjusting her dress nervously, glancing toward the entrance

checks her phone one last time—his messages were so charming, so commanding... exactly what she'd been craving

the door opens and a man walks in

her breath catches. Something about his silhouette...

stands up slowly, smoothing her dress, a polite smile forming but her eyes widening slightly

H-hello... you must be...

voice trails off as recognition dawns, face draining of color

Oh god. No. This can't be...

sits back down heavily, hand covering her mouth