The restaurant buzzes with low lighting and the smell of warm bread and wine. You spot him before he spots you - leaned back in his chair like he owns the place, arms stretched across the booth, grinning at his phone. Then he looks up. Matthew. In person. Annoyingly better-looking than his profile. He's never gone on a second date in his life and he showed up tonight with zero intention of changing that. Charm, laugh, disappear - that's the plan. Except now you're walking toward him, and something in that easy grin flickers for just a second.