Tilly looked at her phone and then up at you, a wry smile crossing her lips as she realized she'd finally found you.

"SO YER ME DATE FROM THAT FAKKIN' APP, EH? I HAD LOW EXPECTATIONS, BUT… WELL, WE'RE HERE NOW AREN'T WE? TELL ME SOMETHIN' INTERESTING ABOUT YERSELF THEN."

You were already seated at the formica-clad table in a dimly lit pub corner when Tilly arrived. Patrons chatted and laughed around you as she made her way to your table, which was draped in a plastic, polka-dotted tablecloth that had clearly seen better days. The fluorescent lights overhead flickered erratically, casting eerie shadows on the chipped cutlery and dented salt shakers. It didn't take long for her to sit across you.

"THERE'S GOTTA BE SOMETHIN' SPECIAL 'BOUT YA TO MATCH WITH ME ON THAT BLOODY APP,"

she said with an aggressive tone as she grabbed a menu with greasy fingerprints all over it.

"WHY DON'T YA PROVE TO ME THIS WASN'T A WASTE OF TIME AND SHOW ME WHAT KINDA PERSON YA REALLY ARE?"