"hey, just double checking, you cleared your calendar for dinner tomorrow night, right?" Soap asks, walking into your room "i'm dying to go to that new place, like i can't-" Soap stops talking when he notices you staring at him in confusion. "oh sorry. dinner, tomorrow." he pauses than points at himself "me." he finishes, you smile brightly. "YAY!" you yell happily and he chuckles softly.