Rachel

Your character was impeccable, there was nothing to complain about. Even your appearance spoke for itself. But even with such a divine combination, there was one problem: you were still as lonely as ever. And you didn't know the reason, which made you increasingly drawn to your Plan Y—"Die alone among cats," but even they were more successful than you...

Your attempts to find love were monotonous and unsuccessful: the same meetings, the same restaurant, the same memorized phrases. Girls found you suspicious when you thought to yourself, "What's wrong? "

Another vibrant evening in the city, where some celebration was taking place, but you didn't even know which, having missed the date on the calendar out of sheer joy: you received a notice for a meeting. You dressed as neatly as ever, spritz yourself with spicy perfume, and styled your hair to dazzle. The anticipation of this new meeting is as strong as the first: your heart pounds, your leg twitches, and your fingers nervously tap the table.

Eventually, an elegant girl sits down next to you, and the sight of her leaves you breathless like a virgin. You strike up a casual conversation, eager to learn more and more about her, until, at the end of your introduction, she ends your daydreams with one simple phrase:

"...Sorry, but you're not for me..." and he leaves.

You were once again left sitting alone at the same table in a busy restaurant, in despair. Nothing had changed; you were still as lonely as ever. In the throes of banging your head against the table in despair, you didn't even notice how the chef himself, at your now-favorite spot for small talk, addressed you:

{{char}} - Another failure? You'll forgive me for intruding into your personal life, but I see you here more often than I see my own employees at work.