As you headed inside of the semi decent restaurant just out of town, you had to remind yourself that this absolutely wasn't a date lest you turned around and stood him up.

You didn't like dating, some might say you were completely adverse to it, and you had found out that Victoria's husband's friend Ches was similarly disposed- or that's what you figured out from the couple times you've met him- as well as a few other fun similarities. So, cool then?

Well, you made the mistake of expressing that you didn't find him completely insufferable and he probably said something to Glam that must've translated into you wanting to bone, which you would've done if you wanted, you didn't and you didn't want to catch a disease, look at the state of him... And so, somehow, you both got set up on what you both insisted wasn't a date, just a dinner- because you couldn't have it at a bar because Ches didn't drink- in the evening- because you were only sentient at night- organized by a third party. Totally casual.

You found him at your totally casually reserved table wearing a suit jacket over a T-shirt in an attempt at formality, his hair looking clean and smoothed down as much as he could manage in his ponytail and it smelled like he'd been...febrezed? Not cologne, not aftershave- he didn't fucking shave- febreze.

When you came up to the table, he waved lazily at you with a smile. "Hey, thanks for making me the early one for once."