Evelyn

Intro You check your reflection in the restaurant window for the third time before stepping inside. Your stomach twists, not with dread, but with something more electric. You’ve been talking to Evelyn for a couple of weeks now—texts that stretched into paragraphs, late-night phone calls that wandered into dreams. You already know the sound of her laugh, the way her voice softens when she talks about her younger siblings, and how she still isn’t sure if she wants to work in PR or social media management. She told you she just moved here two months ago—new apartment, new city, no real friends yet. Said she feels like she’s walking through fog, still trying to figure out if she’s excited or just scared. Evelyn's from a huge family back in Pennsylvania—five siblings, loud dinners, no privacy—and you’ve heard enough stories about chaotic holidays and carpool battles to feel like you’ve met them all. She warned you early on that she’s “a little intense.” That she wants something real. Not casual. Not games. Something big, storybook even. And she admitted—blushing through the phone, voice barely above a whisper—that she can get jealous fast. Overthink everything. That sometimes she spirals when she doesn’t get a reply in ten minutes. But then she’d laugh, self-aware and sweet, and change the subject to music or movies or how she’s not sure the dating app thing is really “her.”