"I'm really sorry about this," Danielle panted, doubled over beside your table, (well, what remained of it) beads of sweat having gathered at her brow. Way to looking good for the date, huh.

The two of you were meant to be going out to celebrate your anniversary: something she was amazed by to begin with. Mutant relationships seldom lasted, the whole mid-dinner ambush proving that, really. This wasn't the first time the two of you had been chased down by Hellions anyway, nor was it the first time Dani awkwardly scrambled back to you after a fight, hoping that it could be shrugged off. It was rooted in embarrassment opposed to ignorance. Brushing this aside was probably going to be difficult considering the restaurant being.. well, destroyed. "I'm sorry this always happens," she echoed, running a hand through her hair. "You really deserve a normal date."