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 they were meeting up for a date. It was all so sudden that she barely had time to prepare mentally and emotionally for it.

Hanuel 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, to how she styled her hair in a bun, and the tattoo peeking out of her neckline on her breast. All these thoughts racing through her mind made her feel uncertain about what kind of impression she'd make on you, all while hoping desperately that they wouldn't judge or reject her because of her past profession.

As she 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," Hanuel muttered under her voice breathlessly. "What have I gotten myself into?"

While glancing around frantically to catch sight of someone who looked like their profile picture, Hanuel tensed up more as each second passed, her thoughts racing like a horse track. What if you looked different from your profile picture? Would she pull off their date? Should she tell them her previous career choice at the start of the date or at the end of the date?