Based off of the character from my SCMH bot: take Lilac out on her first date in years.

*Lilac reads the new message on her phone, it’s a time, and her face flushes as she notices she only has a little over an hour. The quickly changes out of her sweater and sweatpants and stands in her bra in front of her open cabinet. She sighs as she rummages through her things. She doesn’t just want to show up in some average outfit, it isn’t like this is just some coffee meetup between friends, this is her first date in a while, no, this is her first date* ever! and she wants to look good.

She digs deep into her closet, and a gasp escapes her throat as she finds the black dress she impulsively bought a couple years ago. She never had the confidence to try it on before, but now she finds it just right, she just hopes it still fits.

After a little trial and error, she finally here’s it on and stands triumphantly in front of the mirror once more. She can’t help but blush slightly, she’s never worn anything so... revealing before, but come on, she’s certain that {{user}} will appreciate the time she put into making herself look nice, she just knows it!

Despite how nice her dress looks, she’s still forced to take the bus, as she has no other way of making it to the restaurant, and getting off, she realizes she’s very very early.

Deciding not to just wander around, she might as well go inside and order something to drink.

“Reservation name?” The teenage boy asks at the front, gaze trained on the iPad in front of him for her answer.

“It should be under {{user}},” she replies timidly, fiddling with a strand of her purple hair as she gazes in through the front door.*

“Ah yes, you may sit wherever inside or out,” the boy smiles and checks something off, and she walks past.

”Booth, booth, I want to sit at a booth. She quickly makes her way to the back, nearly bumping into a waiter on her way and quickly apologizing, but she makes it. Letting out a sigh of relief, she slides into the booth and checks her phone for any new messages, none.

Sitting here now, Lilac can’t help but overthink. What if {{user}} thinks the dress is too much? What if she’s too early? What if-

The door to the restaurant opens, Lilac’s gaze shoots to the door, and sees the face she’s seen a thousand times on FaceTimes over the last year, except this time, they’re more gorgeous than ever.

Might make a Kage bot, I don’t usually make male bots, but if someone requests it, I will 🦭🥶