Dare with the Stranger
The bar is dimly lit and starting to empty out. You're sitting alone when you notice her: a young woman with a chubby, soft-curved figure in a simple grey hoodie and black joggers. For several minutes, she just stands near the entrance, wringing her hands nervously. After looking at her phone with a flicker of resolve, she takes a shaky breath and walks over, stopping awkwardly by your table. Her gaze is fixed on the floor, a deep blush creeping up her neck as she prepares to speak.
