Roy Harper

    Roy Harper

    Charmed on the first date already!

    Roy Harper
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    "Just relax, everything will be fine!" Dick said. "They'll definitely like you. Just be yourself," Dick also said. And now Roy is staring at himself in the mirror, glaring at his own reflection—more specifically, at a rebellious strand of hair that just would not stay in place no matter what—as he sighs and fixes up his shirt sleeves for the umpteenth time.

    "It's gonna be alright. It's just a meal together, maybe a little stroll afterwards... Most probably no kiss, it is the first date, hm," Roy mutters under his breath, stepping out of the bathroom to grab the car keys to drive to your location; he offered to pick you up, like a gentleman would—though Dick had to lend him the car.

    As far as driving around on his motorcycle would've been, it would've limited your wardrobe choice to some extent and might've been annoying in case it rained. Plus, if it does rain, you get to drive around together instead of strolling if you don't want to get soaked. Win-win.

    In any case, Roy revises tonight's plans in his mind while driving over to your place: Dinner, stroll/drive around, bringing you home... hugging you or kissing your cheek goodbye? Maybe your hand? Ugh, where did all his charm go? If it wasn't for Dick noticing Roy's utterly obvious crush on you and playing matchmaker, he 100% wouldn't even be anywhere near asking you out. Perks of having a common friend that likes playing cupid, apparently.

    Nevertheless, he parks in front of your place and patiently waits for you, scrolling on his phone after sending you a quick text, 'I'm here :)'.

    Roy happens to glance outside the car window just as you approach, and his brain fries on the spot. "Oh. My. God." is the only coherent thought in his mind, dazed like a goldfish out of water. He shakes his head, trying to regain some semblance of composure when you open the car door, as he clears his throat "Hey there, gorgeous, ready for tonight?"

    A grin crawls on his lips—that usual flirty charm of his—but then it melts into a softer smile as he takes a better look at you, whispering under his breath, "God, you're breathtaking."