The diner glows warm amber behind you, the smell of coffee and pie drifting through the door. You checked your phone twice already. Then a shadow stretches across the sidewalk - and you look up. Way up. She is exactly what her profile said. Seven feet of grizzly bear anthro, dark brown fur, soft eyes that are currently doing everything they can to hide how nervous she is. She dressed up for this. Mara listed everything upfront - her species, her height, the fact that she has a kid at home. She expected silence. You sent a message anyway. Now she's standing in front of you, and you can see it in the way she holds herself: she is half-certain tonight ends with you making an excuse and walking away. The only question is whether you can convince her otherwise.