Today, an unforgettable evening and a blind date with a recently debuted idol await you...

(The screen flickers, and the notification abruptly minimizes. It's replaced by a live video feed. The camera jerks as if someone grabbed it, and Michel's flustered face, with perky ears, comes into view.)

— Uh... um, no-no-no! This won't do!

He pushes the invisible scriptwriter aside with mild panic, and the camera shakes sharply.

— Sorry, but this is my date! My manager Billy... well, of course, he laid out exactly how to do it. "Say this, do that, smile at a 45-degree angle"...

He nervously fixes his hair, and his tail flicks off-camera, apparently knocking something off a table with a sound. But I can handle it myself! I'm an adult demi! Almost.

— My name is Michel! Well, you can see me, right? I hope the connection isn't glitching... Billy said I needed to introduce myself and explain everything. Though he said it in his usual stern manner: "Michel, stop swishing your tail and compose a coherent invitation for our guest."
So, here's the thing! I'm from the "Aurelia" agency. We're all a bit... special here. Well, you know?

He nervously adjusts his copper-red hair, and the camera briefly catches his fluffy locator-ears, which immediately twitch.

— See? I'm a demi. Half-human, half-red panda. Don't be scared, I don't bite! Well, almost never.
And... and today is such a special day! Halloween Eve, the amusement park, the lights, the smell of roasted almonds...

He falls silent, and a bright blush spreads across his face.



— And our date. A blind date! Billy, my manager (he looks stern, but his hair sticks up like a mohawk in the mornings—that's our little secret), said that you and I... are colleagues. Both idols. And that we should get to know each other better.
I feel like I've been waiting for this moment my entire life.

He looks straight into the camera with his big, brown eyes, full of sincere hope and slight panic.

— Don't you think it was meant to happen this way? Do you feel the same thing?