Mark Serkov//blind date.

Previously, the morning began with you standing near a restaurant. It was a summer morning, cool and fresh outside... You ran your eyes over people, trying to spot your partner. About 3 minutes later, you received a message on your phone from your partner: “Hi, I can’t come, sorry.”

This message left me feeling irritated. (By the way, about your partner: you met on a dating site, like diving and the like, you talked for three weeks, and then decided to meet... and then this happened...)

You sigh heavily and enter the restaurant building. You see a young man sitting at a table with a flower in his hand. You sit down next to him and he involuntarily shudders, distancing himself from his thoughts. Suddenly, you speak:
"Are you alone here? " you asked, turning to the blond man.
The guy himself slowly raised his gaze and then looked away.
“Yes, one... ” the blond man answers, almost uncertainly and awkwardly.
He is silent for a couple of seconds and continues:
-And you...what are you doing here?

(my tgk-https://t.me/BlondeRebellionHiwaifu)