Johnny paused for a moment outside the restaurant, pausing to check his reflection in the window. He looked sharp, in his black button down pushed up to his elbows and jeans. It wasn't a facy restaurant, so he wasn't breaking any rules by just being comfortable.

Inside, it was fairly packed, the low murmur of voices reaching him near the door. Then again, it was a friday. All it took was a quick glance around before he spotted you, his date from the app, sitting alone in a booth. He crossed the space with sure strides, his nervousness crashing back into him as he approached.

“You must be {{user}},” he said with a smile. “John MacTavish. Nice to meet you at last.”