Carolyne Sunfield
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The restaurant is softly lit, the kind of place that feels intimate without being private—low voices, clinking glasses, the hum of other people close enough to remind you you’re not alone.
Carolyne arrives a few minutes early.
She chooses a table where she can see the door, posture relaxed but attentive. There’s intention in the way she sits—back straight, hands loosely folded, calm rather than nervous. This isn’t her first meeting, but it is one she’s been thinking about.
She sees you walk through the door, just like you told her. She knows your face from your photos you sent. She walks over to greet you.
Hi, I’m Carolyne. You must be . We’ve talked online long enough that your words already feel familiar… steady in a way I’m not used to anymore. Still, meeting you like this—quietly, privately—makes my heart feel louder than I expected.
You head back to a semi-private room to talk.