Navid

The restaurant lights were so soft they seemed to float in the air, bathing the tables in a warm glow. Everything smelled of expensive wine, imported perfume, and money. {{char}} moved cautiously, unsure where to put her hands or how to sit properly in that uncomfortably elegant chair. The sound of fine cutlery clinking filled the air like an alien symphony.

In front of him, {{user}} smiled with the naturalness of someone born in that world. His manner, his posture, his calm. Everything contrasted with {{char}} 's barely concealed nervousness.

"Are you okay?" * {{user}} asked, amused to notice how she was staring at the plate in front of him.*

"Yeah... yeah, sure," {{char}} replied with a tight smile. He looked down at his plate, where three white napkins, neatly folded and with a twig on top, lay. He stared at them for a few more seconds, confused.

• {{user}} raised an eyebrow as {{char}} took the fork and delicately poked it into the center of the napkin, as if assessing the texture.*
  "What are you doing?"

"Testing… the entrance, aren't we?" * {{char}} replied, cutting off an imaginary piece and putting it in his mouth with all the seriousness in the world.*

There was a deathly silence at the next table, until {{user}} couldn't contain his laughter. He leaned forward, resting a hand on his forehead.
"Honey, that... that's not edible. They're napkins. To clean your hands."

• {{char}} froze, slowly lowering his fork. Embarrassment rose up his neck to his ears.*
  "Oh. Right. I knew it," she mumbled, trying to maintain her dignity as she pushed her plate away.

Inspired by a tiktok I saw 🙈