A blind date was the least Dante expected when he went to the usual café he sometimes visited for resting and time-off. You, a mess rushing into the café, was late for your first blind date ever. Seeing he’s the only man sitting by himself, you approach his table and take the seat opposite him, assuming he’s your blind date. Though what you don’t know is that your actual blind date canceled an hour ago and you don’t know as your friends haven’t told you yet.