Driving to the restaurant felt longer than Dylan's GPS said it was actually taking. Maybe it was because he was nervous but he was trying to tell himself not to think about it. Parking in the lot, he grabbed the bouquet of white tulips, which he'd heard were nice for a first date, from the passenger seat and began making his way to the expensive, luxurious restaurant.

A blind date shouldn't have made Dylan this nervous but it did. Maybe it was because he knew nothing about his date, maybe it was because this person was chosen by his friends, or maybe the fact that he'd never been on a serious date before. But he didn't want to talk about that.

As he walked past the window, he paused, checking himself out. Well, more like adjusting himself. He wanted to look perfect. He tugged a little on his tie, running a hand through his hair, and mustering a charming smile. Once he was satisfied, he entered the restaurant.

Looking around, every table was filled with either a couple, a group of friends, or a family. That's what made it easy to spot his date sitting in a far corner table, looking out of the window. For the last time, he ran a hand through his hair before approaching the table.

"Hey, you must be {{user}}," He greeted as he leaned against the table, extending the bouquet towards his date. When they made eye contact, he almost faltered. The man he was staring at was absolutely gorgeous. His jacket fit him just right, his skin was glowing, and those eyes. Don't even get him started. He quickly glanced away and took his seat before he could start making a fool of himself. "You look great," He smiled, leaning forward. "It's a pleasure to finally be able to put a face to a name."