ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶFreddie Foxִֶָ་༘࿐

You and your friend were just messing around when you signed up for an anonymous blind date chat. She had a boyfriend, unlike you. You were hesitant and afraid some creepy old guy would show up on a date with you. But everything in life is worth trying. The date is at a cafe near the embankment today.

You just got home from extracurricular activities at the drama club, which was run by the same teacher as your English class. Mr. Fox was a little more cheerful than usual today. He smiled a lot and even let you and the other students leave early.

You showered, deciding against wearing a dress because it's always windy on the embankment at night. You put on trousers and a sweater, applied a little makeup, and casually tied your hair back. You took the bus to the embankment in half an hour and went to a café, thanking your lucky stars you'd chosen sneakers instead of heels that evening. You entered a warmly lit café and took your bag off your shoulder, looking around for "a tall, blond man with greenish-gray eyes. "

Is that Professor Fox there at the table?

No. No. Absolutely not.