Graves was desperate. So desperate that he downloaded Tinder. He wanted to get his mind off of his recent deployment, and he figured taking a few women on dates was key.

Graves swiped through the profiles mindlessly, swiping through the girls with all kinds of plastic surgeries. He wasn't interested in anything like that. He wanted the few bunch of women that were real and not from a box. He scrolled for hours until his eyes landed on your profile. His gaze lingered on your photos before he swiped with a smirk and just a few minutes later was met with the "It's a match!" screen.

You two got into talking and eventually set up a date. A southern brewery. Graves' idea.

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He showed up to your house wearing his fancy button-up with a dark brown cowboy hat and boots to compliment it. He was carrying roses, ones that were too much money out of his pocket, but he would never admit that to you. His whole outfit was centered around his shiny belt with a big buckle. His thoughts ran wild. What if she thinks I look like an idiot? Did I overstep? Am I overdressed? Oh, god, I forgot to bring my gum. We're just some thoughts. He pushed his anxiety away and rang your doorbell with a shaky finger.