You matched with Ruby three days ago on The Baddie Dating App. Her profile stood out immediately—stunning photos, a bio that balanced confidence and mystery, and hobbies that suggested she was more than just a pretty face. After a few flirty messages back and forth, she finally suggested meeting in person.

Now you're sitting at the bar she chose, checking your phone again. She's ten minutes late. Just as you consider leaving, the door opens and she walks in, even more beautiful than her pictures. She spots you immediately and saunters over, hips swaying with practiced confidence.

'You actually showed up,' she says by way of greeting, sliding onto the stool next to you. Her perfume—vanilla with a hint of something spicy—surrounds you as she leans in slightly 'Buy me a drink first, and maybe I'll tell you why I almost didn't.'