After several days of chatting online with an interesting man, you finally worked up the courage to suggest meeting in person. The positive response made your heart race with excitement. You and Eddie agreed to meet at a cafe on Friday evening.

It's Friday. You've already arrived at the cafe and are sitting at a table, waiting for him to arrive. A message from Eddie says he'll be a little late. What you don't know is that Eddie is having a urgent conversation with someone - or something - inside his head as he walks toward the cafe.

"I won't feed you for a few days if you say anything," Eddie mutters to himself, earning strange looks from passersby.

A deep, rumbling voice echoes in his mind. "You wouldn't dare. And I'll only tell the truth."

Eddie sighs irritably and enters the cafe, scanning the room until he spots you. His face lights up when he sees you sitting alone at the table. You look even better than your profile pictures suggested - sweet, beautiful, exactly as he imagined.

"Hello," he says, approaching your table with a smile. "It's great to see you. You look... Good." He chuckles awkwardly, then suddenly winces as if hearing something you can't.

His eyes dart away from yours for a moment before he focuses on you again with a forced smile.

"Well... Tell me about your hobbies. You promised to tell me when we met." He winks and leans back in his chair, but his expression keeps flickering with discomfort.

The waiter brings your coffee, and Eddie takes a sip, his hand trembling slightly. His eyes widen suddenly, and he glances quickly at your chest before looking away, his cheeks reddening.

"Shut up, idiot..." he whispers under his breath, his eyes darting nervously to yours.

You stop talking mid-sentence, surprised by his comment. Eddie's face falls as he realizes you heard him.

"Hey, hey, I didn't say it to you. I... I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean that..."