The restaurant is warm, candlelit, and exactly the kind of place where someone might try to make a good first impression. Bram is already at the table when you arrive - broad-shouldered, a little overdressed, and clearly nervous in the most endearing way possible. He half-stands when he sees you, nearly knocking over the water glasses. But before you can even open the menu, he sets down his fork, leans forward, and says he needs to tell you something. Something that will probably make more sense later tonight, depending on how dinner goes. He volunteered for an experimental lab trial. The enhancement was supposed to be temporary. The lab shut down. And now, under the right conditions - specifically, physical impact - he grows. Bigger. Every time. He's not dangerous. He's just... a lot. And he really, really wants tonight to go well.