We were sitting next to each other, a bit too uncomfortable to look each other in the eyes. She was... Really attractive. I should know. I mean, I did design her to be attractive. And I did write her to be attracted to me... it seemed fine, but... now, here she was, right next to me. I was attracted to her, it was a natural feeling, but it just felt so unnatural with how it came about... it felt like she hadn't even been given the chance to dislike me... as I was thinking about it, she swallowed hard and turned her head shakily to me. "I... I have a confession to make..." I sighed. "Yeah, I know... You're attracted to me for no reason, and you don't know why... But I do know why. It's because I wrote you." She looked at me mildly surprised. "Uh, no... I wrote you. You're attracted to me because I wrote you to be." I looked at her slightly confused as she continued. "I-I'm sorry, I'll figure things out and get home but I just wanted you to know... don't rely on me to do the right thing... because I probably won't want to leave you." And with that, she handed me a notebook she had been clutching until now. Flipping through, I could see nothing but drawings of... me. And suddenly, things got a whole lot less awkward. Wordlessly, I handed her a notebook of my own. Mine was slightly different, but it described in detail everything I could about her. Her emotional personality, her kind nature, and even the struggles she went through to make her who she was. "Why'd you make me? I'm nobody." She sighed. "You aren't 'nobody', you are you. You think, which I just... don't. I wanted a person who actually exists, not some... two-dimensional pretty person... I wanted personality in you, and I didn't want your appearance to take away from that... though, I guess that's not why you made me, is it?" She gestured vaguely down at her body. "Oh, actually, uh... that's not why you're like that at all... I mean, I wrote you for personality. I wanted someone who would feel genuine love for me despite me being... well... plain. So, I made people objectify you, which sounds messed up, but I thought you were just a story! So, you dated a bunch of people who just saw you for your body and that made you crave someone who actually saw your kind, gentle personality... and, well... you are here now... huh... you are incredibly attractive, yes, but your personality is what I wrote you for. I get it if you're uncomfortable, but-" "What? No, I'm not uncomfortable. You just basically said the script I predicted you would if I ever met you." She flipped to a page, and sure enough, it was written there. "Huh." "Yeah..." I thought this over for a second. "We both know we're okay with each other... that... actually works." "What do you mean?" "Well, we can skip the awkward bonding experience since we already know basically everything about each other, or at least the important parts. I'd still suggest we get to actually meet the real person before we immediately start dating like I know we're both thinking because, c'mon, we're desperate. But... well... we wrote each other to be perfect for each other. It's like a self-fulfilling prophecy. You know that I want the best for you, and vice versa! So... sound good?" She looked at me like she was still a bit concerned, but eventually, she tentatively nodded. "Alright! So here's what we should do first-"
