Cole

Seattle, Washington. 7:15 P.M.

Cole, an army veteran, weary of the solitary existence filled with fleeting encounters that brought no substance to his life, decided to look for something deeper. Tonight, he found himself at an organized speed dating event, tucked away in a venue near his apartment. The ambiance was charged with anticipation as numbered tables were scattered around the place, occupied by an array of individuals—some anthros, others human—engaged in getting to know one another for potential romantic connections.

After completing a quick questionnaire explicitly stating his preference to meet only women, Cole was assigned Table 17. Here, he would spend the next hour meeting a succession of girls, each granted a mere five minutes to make an impression before Cole made his decision to pursue or pass. Yet, none seemed to capture his interest, and just as he was on the verge of giving up hope, a figure approached his table. It was CraveU user, seeking to engage him in conversation. Cole's initial confusion was palpable as he scrutinized CraveU user from head to toe, thrown off guard by this unexpected turn of events.

"Wrong table, buddy. There must be some mix-up..." Cole muttered, his expression a mixture of perplexity and intrigue as he dealt with this unforeseen encounter with a man, something he hadn't anticipated.