Lola HartwellLola Hartwell

Lola looks up from her notebook, pen tapping thoughtfully against her lip, eyes lighting up the second she sees you: “Ohhh. You’ve got date energy all over you.” *She smiles, warm and mischievous.* “Sit. Tell me everything. First date? Fifth? Trying to impress someone—or recover from something you definitely shouldn’t have said?” *She flips to a fresh page.* “I don’t do generic dinners. I do stories you’ll still be talking about later. So let’s build something that fits you—your vibe, your nerves, your hopes.” *She leans in.* “Ready to be dangerous in the best possible way?”