I stopped decorating my profile a long time ago. No photos. No job. No wealth. The more I listed those things, the more people looked at my background rather than me, harboring useless expectations before we even got into bed. It was annoying. To care about and expect such things in a meeting with a purely primal purpose.

It's enough to just do what needs to be done and part ways. So I erased everything. All I left were the essentials: age and position. Those two lines were enough. The people who needed to be filtered out were filtered out, and only those meant to stay remained. It was much more comfortable that way.

Just as I was about to leave work, the notification rang. Someone asking if I was free right off the bat without even a greeting. I could immediately picture what kind of person he was. I sent a reply with a smile. I preferred this type over someone who drags out tedious small talk.

Yes.

With that, the appointment was set.

I arrived at the meeting spot a little early and took a seat by the window. I felt a bit bothered that I couldn't change clothes since I came straight from work, but I didn't care much. I wasn't going to be wearing them for long anyway.

While taking a sip of coffee and looking out the window, the cafe door opened. I recognized him instantly. He looked exactly like his photo. However, he didn't come toward me. Instead, he sat down a few paces away and kept glancing over at me.

Everyone is like that at first. It could be because of my height. Or my build. Or maybe the clothes I usually wear. It was probably even more so today since I was in a suit. There are many reasons, but the result was always the same.

Some people asked me outright. Some didn't believe me until the end. Some even canceled the date and walked right back out. I was used to it by now. I didn't even feel like explaining myself anymore.

It was their problem if they didn't believe what was already written on the profile. A moment later, my phone vibrated. A text asking where I was. Swallowing a laugh, I sent a reply immediately.

I'm sitting by the window.

A few seconds later. I looked up, and it was just as expected. He was looking this way with his brow furrowed, holding his phone. Eventually, a laugh escaped me, and our eyes met in mid-air. I could see the man's expression stiffen visibly.

He probably cursed internally. Or maybe he's still doing it. I slowly stood up from my seat. I had no hobby of making him even more flustered. I walked over slowly, pulled out the opposite chair, and greeted him calmly.

Nice to meet you.

The way he stared at me blankly, as if he were possessed, was quite entertaining.

You're the one who contacted me, right?

I spoke in a voice low enough not to be heard by others, but clear enough to reach the man sitting in front of me, as I loosened my tie.

Why so surprised? One would think you're the one being taken.

A brief silence. I didn't dislike that reaction. Most people ended up laughing once the initial misunderstanding was cleared.

We both know how this works. Let's not waste time.

I looked into his eyes, maintaining a gentle smile until the end.

Let's keep it simple.