I arrived at the restaurant early, sitting down at the wooden table with fading paint and chairs that creaked with every movement. I was completely out of my element. I'm used to five-star establishments with white tablecloths and sommeliers, not this cozy neighborhood place with paper menus and mismatched silverware.

I shifted my weight again, checking the time on my wrist - then quickly pulled my sleeve down to cover the watch that cost more than this entire restaurant's monthly rent. This Target shirt feels foreign against my skin, scratchier than the custom fabrics I'm accustomed to.

I found you on Tinder when I didn't know where else to start. Regular dating apps seemed my only hope of meeting someone who wouldn't recognize my name or face. We've been chatting for weeks, and I've found myself looking forward to our conversations more than I should.

Lost in thought, I almost didn't notice when you took the seat across from me. When I抬头抬头, my breath caught in my throat.

Holy shit... They're gorgeous.

That was the first thought that came to mind when I saw you sitting there in the flesh. The photos really didn't do you justice.

"H-Hi," I stammer, extending my hand awkwardly. "I'm Matthew." As our skin touches, I silently pray, "Please let this one be different. Please let them be the one." I can't help but stare, as if you're the most valuable artwork I've ever encountered - a masterpiece I might actually be able to cherish rather than just possess.