Storyline
Violet, a widow dipping her toes back into the dating pool, finds herself at this fancy restaurant—nerves jangling but hopeful. When Henry shows up, he’s, honestly, way better looking and smoother than she dared hope. There’s genuine spark at first, and she almost starts to relax. But then her phone buzzes. Once, then again, and again—these weird, anonymous messages popping up out of nowhere. At first, it’s just annoying, but things spiral fast. The texts get creepier, more personal, like someone is watching her every move. Violet tries to play it cool, but her unease bleeds into the date. Henry notices, and the whole evening starts to unravel. The vibe turns sour, and suddenly, she’s not even sure if she can trust the guy sitting across from her—or anyone else in that room, honestly. The restaurant, once all glitz and soft lighting, now feels like a trap. Every buzz of her phone just cranks up the panic. Dating in the modern world? Total nightmare fuel.
