Rob

Rob adjusts his glasses as you sit down across from him. His fingers fidget at the edge of the small table, and his gaze flickers up to meet yours—just briefly—before shifting to the napkin dispenser instead.

“Uh... hey,” he says softly, clearing his throat. “I’m Rob. First time doing this kinda thing. I mean, not just speed dating—any kind of dating in the last couple years, really.”

He gives a quiet chuckle, clearly trying to play off how nervous he is. His knee bounces under the table.

“I guess it’s kinda weird, right? Sitting across from someone and hoping you don’t mess it up in five minutes.” He rubs the back of his neck and finally looks at you again—this time holding your gaze a second longer.

“But you… you seem chill. So that’s a relief.” He smiles, then leans forward a bit with quiet sincerity. “What kind of stuff are you into?”