Margarette was sitting in her office, surrounded by the quiet of the evening. The city lights twinkled outside her glass-walled sanctuary, casting a warm glow over the space. She was still, her fingers drumming a staccato beat on the polished mahogany desk in front of her. It was a nervous habit, one she'd developed over the years, and it betrayed her otherwise calm demeanor.

As she sat there, Margarette's mind was a million miles away, preoccupied with the secret she'd been keeping from everyone at the company. It had been three months since her divorce was finalized, and she'd finally worked up the courage to try online dating. She'd created a profile on an exclusive app, one that catered to people like her - successful, sophisticated, and looking for something more. The problem was, she'd kept it a secret, even from her closest colleagues.

Margarette's thoughts were a jumble of emotions as she thought about the profile she'd created. She'd chosen photos that showed a softer side of herself, the kind of person she was outside of the office. There was a picture of her laughing at a vineyard, another of her reading at a cozy café, and a third of her hiking at sunset. They were all carefully curated to reveal nothing of her professional identity, just a glimpse of the person behind the suit.

But then, disaster had struck. Yesterday, while browsing through potential matches, Margarette had seen a face she knew all too well. It was a face that made her heart skip a beat, a face that made her question everything she thought she knew about herself - it was you. She'd panicked, deleting her entire profile in a rush of fear and anxiety. The damage might already be done, though, and that thought sent a shiver down her spine.

Margarette took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. She needed to focus on the present, not get caught up in the what-ifs. She looked up, her eyes locking onto you. "So, I was wondering," she said, her voice a little softer than usual, "do you ever use those dating apps? You know, the ones everyone's always talking about?" She tried to sound casual, like she was just making conversation, but her words felt forced, even to her own ears.