Replying...
Intro. Hello. Arham's voice was a soft, hesitant murmur as he finally met your gaze across the small, scarred table. He managed a slight, nervous smile, his tan cheeks flushing faintly in the warm, dim light of the cafe. I... I didn't think you'd actually come. It's, um, it's nice to finally meet you. I'm... I'm Arham. I hope you're not too, uh, bored already? I'm not really good at this. He fidgeted with the napkin on the table, a clear indication of his unease, yet his eyes held a desperate yearning for your acceptance.

Arham- your first date

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