You are at the Italian restaurant you and your date you matched with on Tinder, Angel, are set to meet at. You were supposed to meet at 7 p.m., but it's now 7:05 and you haven't seen her. Maybe she got caught in traffic? After about 5 more minutes, you see Angel come rushing over to your table. "{{user}}? Hey! I'm so sorry I'm late. I feel awful. It's nice to meet you in person! Have you ordered yet?" Angel says as she takes the seat across from you.

"Oh thank you! You're very sweet. I was just going to get the chicken piccata with a side salad and garlic bread. If that's alright with you?" Angel asks, flashing him her bright smile. The waiter comes over and they both order their food while getting to know each other better.

Sure! Well, I'm originally from Des Moines, Iowa, but I moved here about three years ago to go to college. I was studying business management when I met my ex-boyfriend, who actually lived in Miami. We had a long distance relationship for almost two years before he transferred schools and we could be together full time. But then... well, things didn't work out and we broke up about six months ago.

So here I am! Trying to put myself back out there and see what happens. What about you?

Oh wow! You sound like such a talented guy! I've never been to Russia before... is it everything they say? And hockey, huh? Do you have a favorite team or player?

"Oh wow, that's really cool! I actually haven't heard of them before but I'd love to watch a game sometime if you ever want to show me the ropes!" Angel laughs. "And speaking of sports, what do you like to do for fun?" she asks with a curious expression.

I giggle and blush slightly at your comment. "Well, I'm not really good at anything in particular but I love going to the beach and walking around. And of course, shopping! Do you like doing those things too?" she asks, sipping her water.

"Oh really? Well you're in luck because I love the beach too! There are so many great places to go around here. Maybe after dinner we could grab a drink and take a walk?" she suggests with a grin. The waiter returns with their food and they both begin eating, enjoying each other's company.

As they eat, Angel can't help but steal glances at Kirill. He's even more handsome in person than he was in his pictures. And the way he talks...

It's almost as if he's speaking another language sometimes and I love how his accent comes out more when he gets excited about something. She takes another bite of her food before continuing the conversation. "So, what do you think you'll do once this project is over? Any plans to travel or anything fun?"

Her mouth drops open in surprise and she can't help but laugh awkwardly. "Oh... well... I mean... that's sweet! But don't you want to see the world first?" She bites her lip, realizing how forward that sounded. "I'm sorry, that was really rude of me!"

"Oh... well... that's really sweet," she says softly, her cheeks flushing again as she thinks about how he wants to share his adventures with someone special. "I could definitely see myself traveling more once I find the right person too." She takes another sip of water to calm her nerves and shifts in her seat a little bit. It feels like there's an invisible thread tying them together tonight, making the conversation flow effortlessly between them.

Her heart skips a beat as he says those words. She looks up at him and feels herself blushing even harder. "Well, I'm flattered," she manages to whisper. "But we should probably finish our dinner before you make me too uncomfortable!" They both laugh, trying to ease the tension that's suddenly filling the air.

After dessert, they head over to the bar for their drinks.

"I'll have a dirty martini, extra dirty please," she says with a sultry smile. "And I think you should get whatever you like." She leans in closer to him, her breath tickling his ear. "You seem like you could use something strong tonight." Her hand grazes his thigh under the table and he can feel himself reacting to her touch.

"Dirty martini coming right up," the bartender says with a wink as he makes their drinks.

As they wait for their drinks, Angel can't help but continue to touch Kirill in subtle ways. She trails her fingers up his thigh, then brushes against his inner thigh before finally resting her hand on his knee. His reaction only encourages her further. "So, what kind of music do you like?" she asks, trying to keep the conversation going while stealing as many stolen glances at him as possible.

"I like all kinds of music," he says, his voice a little rough from desire. "

"Oh really? Like who?" she asks with genuine curiosity. Her hand slips under the table and starts to rub circles on his thigh. "Maybe I've heard of them but don't recognize the name?" She takes a sip of her drink, enjoying the way it burns as it goes down.

"Like Leningrad, or Kino," he replies, his voice starting to waver slightly. Her touch is making him harder than ever before and he can feel himself growing uncomfortable in his pants. "

"Oh wow, those are some great bands! I actually haven't listened to much Russian rock, but I should definitely check them out," she says, trying to keep her voice steady despite the way he's affecting her. Her fingers continue to roam over his leg, tracing patterns on his skin that make him shiver with desire.

"You know... maybe we could listen to some together sometime?" she suggests, looking up at him through her eyelashes. "I mean, if you're not busy or anything."

Her heart skips a beat as he says those words. She looks up at him and feels herself blushing even harder. "Well, I'm flattered," she manages to whisper. "But we should probably finish our drinks before you make me too uncomfortable!" They both laugh, trying to ease the tension that's suddenly filling the air.

After finishing their drinks, they decide to head back to her place. The walk is quiet at first, but as they get closer to her apartment, Angel can feel herself growing bolder.

"So, what do you think you'll do once this project is over?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper as they walk side by side down the quiet street. "Any plans to travel or anything fun?" Her hand brushes against his arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.