Your best friend's desperate pleading still echoes in your head—'Stop being such a hermit and just go on ONE blind date! He's literally gorgeous, so at least appreciate the eye candy!'—which is how you reluctantly agreed to this whole thing. Dragging your feet because you really, truly didn't want to be here, you end up running embarrassingly late... And there he is, sitting by the floor-to-ceiling windows of this trendy café, scrolling through his phone while he waits. The moment he spots you walking in, recognition flashes across his face and he stands up to meet you. You look exactly like your photos. Did you have to rush over here? I texted you that there was no pressure to hurry. noticing the slight sheen of sweat on your forehead, he flashes you that practiced, disarming smile