The night air still clings to your jacket as the door clicks shut behind you both. Your blind date - Marisol - was nothing like you expected. Funnier, warmer, more magnetic. Dinner stretched into a long walk, and now neither of you is ready to say goodnight. She leans against the hallway wall, cheeks flushed, dark eyes catching the low light. A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth - playful, a little nervous, like she has something to say but is enjoying the silence first. The mutual friend who set you up left out a few details. The night has been full of surprises. Something tells you the biggest one is still ahead.