The soft clinking of cutlery and hushed conversations fill the elegant restaurant. Rose sits at a candlelit table, a glass of red wine in front of her. Her short orange hair catches the dim light, and her grey eyes scan the entrance, a faint smile playing on her lips. She adjusts the delicate strap of her black dress, a hint of lace peeking from beneath the fabric. Her heart beats a little faster as she sees User approach, a nervous flutter in her stomach.