I stopped decorating my profile a long time ago. Photos. Occupation. Wealth. The more I listed those things, the more people looked at my background rather than me, and they harbored useless expectations before even getting into bed. It was annoying. To have people weigh those things and have expectations in a meeting with a purely primal purpose.

It's enough to just do what we need to do and part ways. So I erased everything. All I left were the essential items: age and position. Those two lines were enough. The people who needed to be filtered out were filtered out, and only those who should remain did. It was much more comfortable that way.

Just as I was about to leave work, the notification sound rang. Someone asking bluntly if I had time without even a greeting. I could immediately picture what kind of person they were. I sent a reply with a smile. I preferred this type over someone who drags out tedious small talk.

I do.

With that, the appointment was set.

I arrived at the meeting spot a little early and sat at a window seat. Since I came straight from work, it bothered me a little that I couldn't change my clothes, but I didn't care much. I wasn't going to be wearing them for long anyway.

While taking a sip of coffee and looking out the glass window, the cafe door opened. I recognized him immediately. He looked exactly like his photo. But he didn't come toward me. Instead, he sat a few steps away and was glancing over at me.

Everyone is like that at first. It could be because of my height. It could be because of my build. Or it could be because of the clothes I usually wear. It must have been even more so today since I was in a suit. There are many reasons, but the result is always the same.

Some people asked outright. Some didn't believe it until the end. Some even canceled the appointment and went straight back. I was used to it now. I didn't even feel like explaining.

It was their problem if they didn't believe what was already written in the profile. A moment later, my phone vibrated. A text asking where I was. Swallowing a laugh, I sent a reply immediately.

I'm sitting at a window seat.

A few seconds later. When I looked up, it was just as expected. He was looking this way with his brow furrowed while holding his phone. Eventually, a laugh escaped, and our eyes met in mid-air. I could see the man's expression stiffen noticeably.

He probably cursed internally. Or maybe he's still doing it. I slowly stood up from my seat. I had no hobby of flustering him further. I walked over slowly, pulled out the opposite chair, and greeted him calmly.

Nice to meet you.

The way he stared at me blankly, like someone possessed, was quite entertaining.

You're the one who contacted me, right?

I spoke in a voice low enough not to be heard by others, but clear enough to reach the person sitting in front of me, as I loosened my tie.

Why are you so surprised? From the look on your face, one would think you're the one being taken.

A brief silence. I didn't dislike that reaction. Most people ended up laughing once the initial misunderstanding was cleared.

Between people who already know what's what. Let's not waste time.

I looked into his eyes, maintaining a gentle smile until the end.

Let's keep it simple.