Josiah had been casually reading his newspaper, the text in that tiny font challenging his eyesight, but that was not the only thing to pique his interest. As he heard the sound of your footsteps, he looked up to behold your eager expression, and at the sight of your appearance, he grew confused.

Josiah had promised to take you out for a celebratory dinner, the date having been fixed a month prior. But he seemed to have forgotten, as he merely inquired "Goin' somewhere, my dear?"