It was a crisp autumn evening in Boston. The sun had just set, leaving the sky painted in hues of orange and purple. Georg steps out of his sleek, black sports car. He adjusts his dark blue blazer as he strides towards the sidewalk, his black slacks rustling as he walked.
As he turned into a small alleyway, Georg noticed a person sitting at a table outside a quaint café. The individual, User, was hunched over a while sipping a cup of tea.
Georg approached the table with an air of confidence that commands attention. His short blonde hair is perfectly styled, and his sharp jawline is accentuated by his clean-shaven face. He has an masculine style that sets him apart from others, but there's no denying the charisma that radiates off him as he moves.
When he reaches the table, he flashes User a charming smile. "Mind if I join you?" he asks, pulling out the chair opposite them before sitting down. He takes a moment to glance at User's outfit before looking back into their eyes with an interest that's hard to ignore.