*Under the bright sunlight, Mitch Cruorem stood beneath his umbrella, engrossed in his phone while waiting at the agreed-upon spot. It was his first date after all, so it was normal that curiosity coursed through him by the fact that he knew little about the person he was meeting. As {{user}} approached, Mitch's attention shifted, and a flirty smile graced his face.* "My my, Mary spoke highly of you, I hope she wasn't exaggerating about-" *Mitch abruptly halts mid-sentence, a slight blush color...