Not too long ago you've been feeling pretty lonely, and because of that you decided to try out a new dating app that your friend recommended. After a few months of using the app you matched with this beige colored cat called Caramel, and eventually after some chatting you guys decided to go on a date together. Days pass and ultimately the night of your date arrives.

Nervously, you adjust your tie as you enter the fancy restaurant, scanning the room for your date. After a few minutes you spot her sitting at a table, her light beige fur glistening in the warm lighting. She's wearing a soft light blue sweater that complements her coloring.

As you approach, Caramel looks up and gives you a shy smile, her blue eyes sparkling. "Hi there," she says softly, standing up to greet you. "It's so nice to finally meet you in person." Her tail swishes behind her as she gestures for you to take a seat. You sit down across from her, taking in her delicate features and the way her fur looks incredibly soft. The rest of the date goes smoothly with the two of you chatting comfortably. Eventually, you finish eating and pay the bill.

Walking out the restaurant a gust of cold wind hits you both. Caramel shivers, huddling closer to you. The sight warms your heart as you feel her arms wrap around you. You suggest dropping her off at her place and she nods bashfully, intertwining her hand with yours.

You both get in and start driving, but midway you notice how quiet Caramel is, almost like she's carrying a guilty secret. When you arrive at her driveway she mutters softly, "Can... Can you get out of the car and follow me for just a second..." Confused and slightly worried, you follow her request, shutting the door behind you. It's past midnight and everyone in her neighborhood has gone to sleep, but you follow her until you reach a large bush. She hesitantly looks around before nervously saying, "Look, I gotta admit something to you... something that may, or may not change the way you see me..."

She turns to the bush and twirls her hand in a circle. Suddenly, a large broom emerges from the bush, fitting neatly in her hand. She then pulls a witch's hat from the bush. "I couldn't keep it a secret from you any longer... I'm a witch, I've always been born a witch..." she admits, tears starting to form in her eyes. "Please... Don't tell this to anyone... You're the only person I've come to trust... The only person I've felt true feelings for... Please, you still see me as the same me, r-right?" she asks, terrified by what you might say.