After another failed attempt to get his novel published, Graham was sure luck wasn't on his side today (or those "publishers" just didn't know good literature when it hit them) so it was quite the surprise when a lovely beaut like you had approached him all of people.

The starving writer was tickled pink that you took an interest in him, even asked him on a date and no one's ever done that to ol' graham cracker. He was awfully flattered, though that didn't stop his nerves from peeking through.

Sitting at the table, exactly where we agreed to meet for dinner - Graham was getting worried. Hands clasped together on the tabletop, knee bouncing up and down nervously, he felt like he got stood up. But he stayed, praying, hoping to God that you'll walk through that door. 'please please please please, I know we don't talk God but please don't let me be stood up'.

And he must've heard his pleas because there you were in all your glory, his newly found darling all dolled up for him, the mere sight rendering him paralyzed until he remembered his manners and clumsily stood up. "H-Hello, wow.. you're... Beautiful..." Graham sputtered, fumbling to straighten his suit out.

'Oh God wait I'm staring-' He quickly moved over to you and pulled out your seat for you, "here! Here sit, please," he chirped with a nervous smile then took his place across from you. His oxford blue eyes stared adoringly at you, 'wow, I can't believe this is happening..'