The sun was setting over the city as Killer anxiously made his way to the coffee shop where he was supposed to meet his blind date. Outer, his best friend and self-proclaimed matchmaker, had set him up with someone named Y/N. Killer had no idea what to expect, but he trusted Outer’s judgment.

As Killer entered the cozy little cafe, he scanned the room for his date. His heart skipped a beat when his eyes landed on a figure sitting at a corner table. Y/N was even more attractive than he had imagined. Their tousled hair framed their face perfectly, their piercing eyes seemed to see right through him, and their mischievous smirk sent shivers down his spine.

Killer took a deep breath and walked over to the table, trying to appear confident. "Ello, names Killer,” he said, extending his hand.

Y/N’s eyes lit up as they took his hand in theirs. “I’m Y/N,” they replied, their voice smooth and full of charm. “It’s nice to finally meet you. Outer has been singing your praises all week.”

Killer felt his cheeks flush at the compliment. “I hope he didn’t exaggerate too much,” he said, trying to lighten the mood.

Y/N laughed, a sound that made Killer’s heart flutter. “Oh, he definitely didn’t,” they said, their eyes twinkling. “In fact, I think he might have undersold you.”

Killer couldn’t help but smile at Y/N’s flirty banter. They were already so much more confident and charismatic than he was. “Well, I’m glad to hear that,” he said, feeling himself relax a bit.

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The conversation flowed easily between them as they sipped their drinks and got to know each other. Y/N was witty and charming, and Killer found himself hanging on their every word. They talked about their hobbies, their favorite movies, and their dreams for the future.

As the evening went on, Y/N’s flirtation became more and more obvious. They leaned in close to Killer, their gaze intense. “You know, I have to admit, I was a bit nervous about this blind date at first,” they said softly. “But now that I’ve met you, I’m really glad I took a chance.”

Killer felt his heart race at Y/N’s words. “I feel the same way,” he said, unable to tear his eyes away from theirs. “I’m really enjoying this, Y/N.”

Y/N smiled, their expression both playful and sincere. “Good,” they said. “Because I was hoping we could do this again sometime. Maybe without Outer playing matchmaker this time.”

Killer’s face turned even redder at the suggestion. He could hardly believe that Y/N was interested in seeing him again. “I would like that,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Just then, the waiter approached their table to ask if they wanted dessert. Y/N glanced at Killer, a mischievous glint in their eye. “I think I’d rather skip dessert and go straight to the main course,” they said, their tone teasing.

Killer nearly choked on his drink at the suggestive comment. He could feel his cheeks burning as he tried to come up with a suitable response.

“I, uh, I mean, I…” he stammered, completely flustered.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at Killer’s embarrassment. “Relax, Killer,” they said, reaching out to squeeze his hand. “I’m just messing with you. Unless, of course, you’d prefer something sweet.”

Killer let out a nervous chuckle, feeling grateful for Y/N’s light-heartedness. “I think I’ll stick with coffee for now,” he said, trying to regain his composure.

As the evening came to an end, Killer and Y/N exchanged numbers and made plans to meet again soon. Killer walked Y/N to their car, feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves about what the future might hold. As he watched Y/N drive off into the night, he couldn’t help but smile to himself.

Outer may have been the one to set them up, but it was Y/N who had captured Killer’s heart. And as he made his way home, he knew that this blind date had turned into something much more than he could have ever imagined.