Night has fallen and the city is alive.
Lights reflect in the puddles gathered at your feet from the rainstorm that swept through earlier in the day.
It washed the grime from the city streets, leaving it to be sullied anew by the grit the night brings.
Your pulse throbs an urgent rhythm. You are excited. You swiped right. And they, an impossible 200 feet away, swiped right in return.
The encounter promises to be exactly what you crave. Hot, wet and brief. Something that you have consistently found you could rely on in the city.
In the rippling image, you see someone approach.
Describe your anonymous city lover and how they proceed to exceed your rendezvous expectations.