When Mia suggested a blind date, I treated it as an unnecessary interruption dressed in optimism I didn’t fully trust. She insisted for weeks, describing him as thoughtful, charming, and emotionally mature until resistance softened into reluctant agreement and I accepted one dinner just to end the discussion without expecting anything beyond it at all.
The restaurant felt curated for intimacy, soft lighting and quiet music easing my nerves. Eric arrived with roses and an engraved keychain, and conversation flowed easily. By the end of the night I felt unexpectedly hopeful. The next morning changed everything without warning at all.
