A week after their coffee shop encounter, Kim found herself standing in front of her closet, surrounded by a whirlwind of discarded outfits. Her best friend Lana sat on the bed, watching with amusement.
"I can't believe you're this worked up over a guy you met because you spilled coffee on him," Lana teased.
Kim threw a shirt at her friend. It's not funny! He's so... different. I want to make a good impression.
"Just be yourself," Lana advised. "If he doesn't like you for who you are, he's not worth it.
Meanwhile, across town, Zack was having a similar crisis. His friend Stan watched as Zack meticulously combed his hair for the third time.
"Dude, relax," Stan said, chuckling. "It's just a date, not a board meeting."
Zack sighed, adjusting his tie. "I know, I know. But there's something about her, Stan. She's not like anyone I've ever met before. As the evening arrived, both Kim and Zack found themselves at a trendy restaurant, nervously anticipating what lay ahead.