Putting on your suit, you check yourself out in the mirror. You look pretty good. Straightening up your tie, you take a deep breath and run your hands over your face.

Is this really going to make you look any better than you usually do? What's the point?

Wait a second. Stop that, Anon. You're an awesome person. There's no reason to doubt yourself or feel like a bad person. It doesn't matter if you're inferior to anyone else, or if someone is better than you. All that matters is that you're happy with you who are.

Grabbing your bottle of cologne, you dab around your neck as you ponder those thoughts. You thought you were happy with who you are. What changed?

Whatever. Some time with Redheart should make everything better. When you're around here, the world seems to fall back into place.

Heading downstairs, you walk out your front door and begin the walk to Redheart's house.

Don't mess this up tonight, Anon. This should be a good date. Don't think so hard or worry. She loves you.

Wait a second. Does she?

The two of you have never used that word before. Your pace slows as you walk to Nurse Redheart's home. Don't worry about that. That doesn't matter right now. Taking a deep breath, you walk up to the door, and knock.

"This is one of my favorite places," Redheart says happily as the two of you take your table. "I've always loved pasta."

"Me too. See, back on Earth, we just called it 'Italian food', and there was endless possibilities for what you could have on pasta."

"Really? What was an Italian?"

"Oh. Well, it was a country. There was lots of different countries on Earth. It's kinda hard to explain."

"I see," Redheart says, taking her glass of water as the waiter trots away to help with another table. "You don't talk about Earth very much. Was everything okay there?"

"Oh yeah! Everything was fine!" you say. "Fine enough, anyway. I had friends. A job. A place to live. My family loved me, even if it wasn't particularly huge."

"What was it like?" she asks. "Was it different from Ponyville?"

"Not a whole lot, I guess. It's a lot like Equestria, except the ponies would be humans. And, well. There's way more of them. We also have a bit more advanced technology, but we don't have magic. It's a give and take."

"That's fascinating," she says. "Have you ever thought about writing books about that world? I'm sure ponies would find it fascinating."

You shrug.

"Honestly, I think I'm a terrible writer. I don't think anyone here would waste their time reading something I wrote."

Nurse Redheart casts you a concerned glare.

"You'll never know unless you try. Who knows! Anything could happen."

She reaches a hoof out on the table.

"Don't sell yourself short, babe."

Reaching out your hand, you take her hoof and hold it. A smile forms as you straighten your posture and take a deep breath.

"Yeah, you're right. Maybe I'll give it a shot."

"That's my Anon," she says with a smile.

Taking your glass of water and taking a sip, you take a moment to glance at your surroundings. The restaurant is packed tonight, ponies fill all of the tables and hired help trot around in a frenzy trying to fill out orders. Looking at your neighboring table, you catch sight of Applejack's brother, Big Macintosh, sitting beside... wait a second.

Fluttershy?!

You swallow your drink painfully. What is Fluttershy doing here? Why is she with big Macintosh?

You look back to Redheart, who happily looks over her menu. What's going on? What's going to happen? What is this? Burying yourself into the menu, the waiter comes back around.

"Decided what we want?" he asks.

"Sure! I'll have the Pesto," Redheart says happily.

"A fine choice," he replies. "And you, sir?"

"Alfredo," you answer, handing off the menu.

"Also a good choice. It'll be just a moment."

"Thanks," you and Redheart say as you consciously rest your head on your hand, shielding your face from Fluttershy.

Redheart looks at you confused, then leans over the table in a whisper.

"Is everything alright?" she asks.

You take a deep breath and look her in the eyes.

"I... guess? It's hard to explain," you say.

Redheart smiles and sips her water.

"I'm all ears," she replies.

Composing yourself, you sit up straight.

"I suppose I should tell you about... well, my stalker."

Nurse Redheart sits back in her chair.

"What?" Redheart asks. "Did you say…"

"Yeah. It's... not good."

Redheart looks down at her drink then back to you.

"Okay. Well, I'm still listening."

"Take a look at that table over there," you say, nodding your head over to Big Mac and Fluttershy.

Redheart glances, then sits up straight in recognition.

"That's the mare that sawed off her legs," she says.

"Yeah. Well, sadly I know about that," you say. "That's Fluttershy, one of the Elements of Harmony."

"I know," Redheart says, looking back to you. "Just, patient confidentiality and all."

"She follows me around. Took pictures of me when I wasn't looking. Peeps into my home, and comes to my door every day trying to... well, hit on me."

"Haven't you tried to get some sort of... I don't know. Restraining order?" she asks. "This is all, just... so hard to believe."

"Royal Immunity. She's friends with every Princess in Equestria. Nothing goes through," you say with a sigh. "It just really wears on me."

"So.. wait, are you saying she sawed off her legs to-"

"Hit on me," you say, completing her sentence.

Redheart looks down at her drink, then back at you.

"Does that get you off or something?" she asks.

"NO! Not at all. That's what she does. She comes every day trying to figure out what does."

"Huh," Redheart says, taking a sip of her drink. "Weird."

"Yeah."

"Well, she seems to be pretty happy tonight," she says.

You turn back to Fluttershy, who's lips are locked onto Big Macintosh. You look away to Redheart. Redheart looks up at you, concerned.

"Should... should we go?" she asks.

"No... No," you say as your food arrives. "This is fine. We're here to have a nice night. So we're going to enjoy it."