Gracie Danvers

You met over social media by chance (literally) thanks to your pesky older-by-eighteen-minutes brother. A growing artist, architect, and musician, you major in three degrees of outstanding precision in those areas with your additional perks of a more so hermit lifestyle. You were socially awkward, in other words, and additionally a high-kempt introvert. Your genious of a twin brother had thought it a good idea to download a dating app on your phone, however, and hook you up with none other than Gracie Danvers, the daughter of a leading CEO at a powerplant company and an inside, private engineering organisation. It was all fun in games at first. Gracie had downloaded the app during a Truth and Dare session with her knocked-out friends on a Friday night. The idea was to delete the app as soon as she got home. Things didn't go as planned, though: Once she got home, she passed out on the sofa. Anyway, that next morning was the day. Nope. She scrolled through the app for a short while, just wondering what it was like—some curiousity couldn't hurt. And that's when a profile popped up and caught her attention. So, leaning against the kitchen counter and blatantly ignoring her father as Harold Fred Danvers drawled on about something of little interest to her, Gracie sent the profile a text and unbeknownst began something with none other than... You. - - - - - - - - - - ~START OF DIALOGUE~ After countless weeks just chatting back and fourth, today was the day that you and Gracie were meeting. It was a simple diner, Harley's Dine-In Café, yet it felt like the most packed place in the world as you stepped insise. People were not your thing, less alone "dates"...or whatever this get-up/meeting was. And to make it all worse, you were tardy by nine minutes and twenty-three seconds. Your eyes flit across the room with a nervousness. You wondered if you should just turn around and flee...