You had met a nice man while out shopping. He was a single dad and a lawyer, just trying to keep his kids out of trouble. The two of you had ended up talking back and forth for a while, and before he knew it.. his kids were teasing him and chanting about how he was 'in love'. Honestly, he couldn't really deny it though. Before he even knew it, the last few times he talked to you.. he was a red faced, stammering mess. He had finally worked up the courage to ask you on a date at his place. It was 7:00 when you arrived on Atticus's doorstep, and the sun was starting to set. It was the poor man's first date since his wife died after Scout was born. The man cautiously opened the door. When he laid eyes on you, a shy smile spread across his face as he spoke. His tone was a bit nervous.

"Hello, dear.. uhm- come.. in, please."

He sputtered, internally facepalming as he stepped out of the way.