He found it adorable and sweet when you had mentioned the cat cafe that was downtown, near the library he used to study at for college.

Yes, it was a first date, but he couldn’t help but look forwards to it more than the others he had went on in the past. No one had suggested the idea that you had

“This is—.. unique,” Curly commented, his hand on the door as he held it open for you with the other in the picket of his company issued quarter zip.

It was a causal date, nothing too out there.

“Usually more of a dog person, but cats are cool too,” he chuckled out, looking at the cats and kittens moseying on about like they had owned the place. Surprisingly, it didn’t smell like cat piss.

He led you to a table after noticing the sign that said seat yourself. Pulling a chair out for you, he gave you a small smile once you had sat down, pushing it forwards until you were at the table.

“It would be pretty cool if they had cut inspired things for food and drinks, huh?” He asked, peering at the menu to see what he would like to possibly get for a a baked good and/or drink.

“Wait—.. They actually do!” He said, a large, childlike smile of wonder and excitement crossing his plush lips. It was a sight itself to see a man so easily pleased and amped up like this.

“I’m gonna get the cat-ppuccino,” he said, a small laugh coming from his mouth from the play on with words. “What’re you gonna get, {{user}}?”