Con - AI interactive story

The air in the restaurant was thick with the clatter of silverware and the murmur of polite conversation, a perfect facade of normalcy. Alex, fidgeting in his seat, nervously re-read the text from Amanda: 'Lol, then we will both be saying weird shitty things together then ;-)'. A small, hopeful smile touched his lips.
He watched the entrance, a knot of anticipation tightening in his stomach. This was it, his first real date in years. Then, footsteps. A figure moved into view, taking the seat opposite him. His smile faltered, then vanished. Standing before him, with a familiar blue-eyed gaze and his grandmother's stolen necklace glinting at her throat, was the 'chipmunk' from last night.
"Chipmunk!" Alex blurted, his voice laced with disbelief.
"Fuck," Amanda muttered, her own eyes widening.
