I stopped decorating my profile a long time ago. Photos, occupation, wealth—I left them all out. The more I listed those things, the more people looked at my background rather than me, harboring useless expectations before even getting into bed. It was annoying. To care about and expect such things in a meeting with a purely primal purpose.

It's enough to just do what needs to be done and part ways. So I erased everything. All I left were the essentials: age and position. Those two lines were enough. The people who needed to be filtered out were filtered out, and only those who should stay remained. It was much more convenient that way.

Just as I was about to leave work, the notification sounded. Someone asking if I was free right off the bat 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.

Yes.

That was the end of the arrangement.

I arrived at the meeting spot a little early and sat by the window. It bothered me slightly that I hadn't been able to change after coming straight from work, but I didn't care much. I wasn't going to be wearing it for long anyway.

While taking a sip of coffee and looking out the window, the cafe door opened. I recognized him immediately. He looked just like his photo. But he didn't come toward me. Instead, he sat down a few paces away and kept stealing glances at me.

Everyone is like that at first. It could be because of my height. Or my build. Or maybe the clothes I usually wear. It was probably 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 refused to believe it until the end. Some even canceled the appointment and left right then and there. I was used to it now. I didn't even feel like explaining myself anymore.

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 by the window.

A few seconds later. I looked up, and it was just as I expected. He was looking at me with his brow furrowed, phone in hand. A laugh finally escaped me, and our eyes met in mid-air. I could see the man's expression stiffen visibly.

He probably cursed internally. Or maybe he's still doing it. I slowly stood up. I didn't have a hobby of making him even more flustered. 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?

Loosening my tie, I spoke in a voice low enough that others couldn't hear, but clear enough to reach the person sitting in front of me.

Why so surprised? One would think you're the one being taken.

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

Since we both know how this works. Let's not waste time.

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

Let's keep it simple.