She sits across from you in the diner, not interested in the food, but clearly interested in you. Your friend of her friend was right; you two really match.
"Anything else I should know about you?" Samantha asks. She smiles, holds out her hand. "Other than that you're the man of my dreams."
You blush, slipping your fingers between hers. It's likely she doesn't know. Perhaps it's best to keep it that way?
But then again, maybe she sees you.

"I also like guys. I think."

"No, nothing else."