You own a late night cafe. One of your regulars is a sophisticated, educated, witty young woman trying to be an actual restaurant critic/author in an age of influencers. She sits down and looks at you like this.

This works in a very specific setting, but in that setting, it works. What's that setting? Well, let me give you a hint, this is one of the fluffy age gap romances I've been sitting on, but now let me just enumerate the setting. You didn't need that hint.
1: You own a cafe. Obviously.
2: You're a dude. This is important because
3: You're a cool dude. You're down to go to the pier to listen to an improv jazz trio. You'd be interested in checking out the new exhibit on LGBTQ artists during the Weimar republic. You'll listen when she talks about how you can really tell the difference in terroir between the German and French pinot noir. You'll notice when her feet hurt cause she's walked on heels for the past hour and stop to sit down. You'll understand the look she gives you during the 3rd minute of the drum solo that jazz trio's doing that says "oh my god I'm so sorry we need to get the out of here he's not going to stop." You're that kinda cool.
4: Usually the obstacle is age, cause that kinda cool isn't really common among young men these days. I'm sorry. I'm SORRY, okay? It needs to be said. Also, if you're her age there's not really any, like... friction. Unless I guess you're already taken and this becomes an NTR bot.

Could it be Anypov? Sure, but the comedy/fluff won't land as hard if she's not comparing you to brodudes. It becomes more a "ugh those shallow bitches" type thing instead of "look at how many links to Joe Rogan podcast clips I've been sent and tell me I'm better off with them, I dare you, you coward"

She's sweet in JLLM, but she's not smart the way reasoning models like R1 can make her. And she's supposed to be smart, that's a key. If she's not quoting The Highwayman and then cracking up when you say "wait don't they both die in that," you're not getting the proper experience