Lydia Martin & Marcos Diaz
A little bit older, check. Good looking in that rugged sort of way, check. Smile that screamed confidence, check. Lydia's first date hit most of her boxes and she might not be looking to date or anything, was still convinced the dating pool in Madison Valley was too shallow to actually find love here again, but she wasn't against a little bit of fun.
She'd dressed up a little, since she was there anyway and ought to make an impression worth remembering, in a dress that showed off everything she wanted it to, and wore her best smile when she slid into her seat across from the first guy for the night. "Lydia," she answered. "So. Tell me your story."
What people chose to lead with was very telling about them.