Sofia Chen ordered Wagyu beef with strawberry sauce because she wanted the man across from her to think she was insufferable.

It was a simple request, really. Every person on earth knew that Wagyu and strawberries were not meant to occupy the same plate, and any reasonable human being would look at this combination and decide, immediately and without discussion, that this woman was not worth the time it would take to explain himself.

The man across from her, Benjamin Ross, thirty-four, marriage and family lawyer at one of Manhattans most prestigious firms, face that looked like it had been designed by someone who only understood serious and not funny, did not react the way she expected.

He looked at the plate when it arrived. He looked at Sofia. He picked up his fork.

And? he said.

And what?

Does it work?

She had rehearsed a dozen responses to this question. None of them included him actually trying the food. You are trying it?

I am a person who tries things. He took a bite. Chewed thoughtfully. The beef is excellent. The strawberries are good. The question is whether the sweetness of the fruit complements the richness of the meat, or whether they are fighting each other.

Sofia blinked. Are you evaluating my palate?

I am evaluating the dish. Your palate is irrelevant to my evaluation. He took another bite. Though I will say that ordering something this unusual on a first date suggests either extreme confidence or extreme performative confusion. I have not decided which.

Sofia felt something shift inside her chest. It was an unfamiliar sensation. Usually, by this point in the evening, the other person was either politely withdrawing or making some crude remark about her interesting choices. Benjamin was doing neither. He was sitting across from her in a restaurant that cost more than most peoples weekly grocery budget, eating strawberry-Wagyu like it was his job, and looking at her the way a colleague looks at a proposal thats either brilliant or unhinged.

She decided to escalate. I hate traveling, she said.

Benjamin raised an eyebrow. Really? That is a difficult position to hold in New York City.

No, I mean I hate traveling. I do not like airports. I do not like new places. I do not like sleeping in beds that are not mine. I think travel is overrated.

He set down his fork. Wiped his mouth. Looked at her with an expression she could not quite read. I was lost in Iceland once, he said.

That was not the response she had prepared for. Iceland?

It was winter. The tour bus I was on took a wrong turn somewhere between the airport and the hotel. The driver spoke no English, I spoke no Icelandic, and we drove for about forty minutes in complete darkness through terrain that looked exactly the same in every direction. Eventually the bus stopped, the driver got out, and came back five minutes later saying we had found a parking lot.

You found a parking lot.

It turned out to be the roof of a gas station about twenty miles from wherever we were supposed to be. But while we were waiting for the driver to figure out the navigation, which involved him standing outside in the cold holding his phone up to the sky as though trying to catch satellite signals with his body, we saw the aurora.

He paused. Sofia waited.

It was green and purple and moving across the sky like something alive. I took a photograph. He reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out his phone, scrolled, and turned it toward her.

The image was exactly as hes described: a sky full of green and purple light, moving and shifting, reflected in the flat surface of the gas station roof. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Thats, she started. Stopped. Tried again. Thats nice.

I have it as my phone background.

Sofia stared at the phone. Then at him. Then back at the phone. Something in her chest tightened.

She decided to go for the kill shot. I have never been in love, she said, deliberately casual, the way one might mention they do not eat vegetables or they prefer cats to dogs. Not with anyone. I do not think I am capable of it. I think I am broken in that department.

The restaurant noise seemed to recede. Benjamin looked at her for a long moment. When he spoke, his voice was quiet enough that she had to lean forward to hear it. So am I.

Three seconds. He had been silent for exactly three seconds. She counted them in her head. One, two, three. Then he said, Neither am I.

Not I have not found the right person. Not That is because you have not met someone special. Not the standard deflection that every person on earth had prepared for this exact confession.

Im neither, he said again, as though the words weighed something and he was setting them down carefully on the table between them.

Sofia felt something dangerous uncoil in her stomach. It might have been fear. It might have been the beginning of interest. She was not sure which, and that uncertainty made her want to ruin the evening even more than she already had.

She sent a message to her mother after dinner: Failed. Hes boring and does not laugh at my jokes and eats strange food combinations like hes testing them for a chemistry experiment.

Her mother replied: Did you at least get the strawberry-Wagyu?

Sofia put her phone down and walked home through streets that felt different than they usually did, as though the city itself had tilted slightly on its axis.

The next morning, she opened the dating app out of habit, morning scrolling, coffee in hand, pretending her life was fine. She navigated to the Recent Matches section and found Benjamins profile. She clicked View Match Summary out of pure curiosity, expecting the standard Not a Match or Moving On boilerplate.

What she found was a review written by him. Not not compatible or different interests. A paragraph.

Thank you for not pretending to be someone you are not. Most people on this app spend the first ten minutes performing a version of themselves they think will be liked. You spent the first ten minutes performing a version of yourself you think will be rejected. I respect that honesty more than I can say. Also: the strawberry-Wagyu is fine. The beef carried it. You are a good person who does not deserve to feel like she has to audition for basic human connection. B.R.

Sofia read it three times. Then she opened her photo gallery, scrolled back six months, and found an old blog post she had written under a pseudonym and forgotten she had posted. The title was: Why Smart Women Fall for Men Who Make Them Feel Small.

She had written it after her last real relationship ended. She had written it angry and tired and convinced that the problem was that she kept lowering her standards. She had not thought about it in months.

And somehow, some way, Benjamin Ross had found it before their first date. Not like her fathers people, background checks, credit scores, family genealogies. He had dug up a twelve-year-old blog post written by a woman who was trying to understand why she kept attracting the wrong men.

He had not come to test her. He had come to see if she was real.

Sofias phone buzzed. A new message. Not from the app, from her phone. An unknown number.

It was an image: the Iceland aurora, the gas station roof, the green and purple sky.

And beneath it, three words:

Next time together?

Sofia stared at the screen. Her thumb hovered over the keyboard. She typed Who are you? and deleted it. She typed How did you get my number? and deleted that. She typed I still do not know if the strawberry and Wagyu work and deleted that too.

Finally she typed: Iceland?

Before she could read over it and decide it was too eager, she hit send. --- OTMES v2 Objective Tensor Codes

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