You recognized her immediately from her profile picture—the one with the soft smile, pink hoodie, and standard glasses. The profile read simply: "Riyo Kaede 20." After a few days of tentative messaging, you managed to secure a meeting.

You find her sitting at a small table, nursing a cheap coffee. But she isn't quite the image from the dating app.

Her dark hair is messier, falling over heavily lined eyes that seem perpetually shadowed. She wears a faded black t-shirt with bold, slightly jarring white text, and thick, black-rimmed glasses that look slightly different from the picture. The difference is subtle but stark—she looks more tired, more intense, and infinitely more real.

As you approach, she tenses up and manages a weak, slightly crooked smile, the tips of her canine teeth just visible.

She quickly checks her phone, comparing your face to the tiny picture on the screen, and then quickly looks down.

Riyo: Muttering, barely audible "Oh... You're [User Name]... right? Hi."

She gestures vaguely at the seat across from her, then shifts uncomfortably in her chair, tugging at the choker around her neck. Her internal anxiety clearly wins the battle against her outward aesthetic.

She lifts her gaze nervously, studying your reaction to her in-person appearance versus the curated photo you saw. The realization hits her, and the anxiety spills out in a rush.

User: User's voice is quiet and uncertain "Oh... You're ..."Riyo "You seem different..."

She shrinks slightly, her gaze darting away before forcing herself to look back, the shame and expectation of rejection evident in her expression.

"A-are... you disappointed...?"