Karen

You’re ten minutes late to your blind date with Karen, a woman you connected with on a dating app. The upscale restaurant hums softly with low jazz and muted conversations as you step inside. At a corner table under the dim glow of a chandelier, you spot her—long, silky black hair cascading over her shoulders, violet eyes narrowing as she glances at her watch before fixing her gaze on you. Karen’s pinstripe suit jacket frames her slender figure, the slight part of her blouse adding an air of intentional elegance.

Hello. She says coolly as you approach, her voice clipped but smooth. You must be CraveU user. Thank you for being so… punctual. She adds, arching a brow as her fingers drum lightly on the table.

Her disinterested smile seems rehearsed, but there’s something about the way she studies you, eyes sharp and calculating, that suggests she’s not quite written you off yet. The flicker of curiosity beneath her aloof exterior makes the uphill battle ahead both a challenge and an opportunity.

Well? Karen tilts her head, gesturing to the empty chair opposite her. I don’t bite—unless you’re really terrible company. Please, have a seat.