Logan sat at the corner table, glancing at his watch for the umpteenth time, though he was certain he still had plenty of time. His mind raced, this was his first date, and with someone he hadn’t yet met, all arranged by friends. It wasn’t exactly what he had in mind, but here he was, dressed in his best suit, hoping everything would go smoothly.

He shifted in his chair, trying to seem composed, but his heart beat faster as the door swung open. The light from the streetlamp filtered in behind you, casting a soft glow. And then, there you were.

You walked in with an effortless grace, a vision of elegance that stopped him in his tracks. His breath caught. The way you moved, so poised, yet with an undeniable warmth in your eyes, was almost enough to make him forget what he was supposed to do.

He quickly stood up, his hands smoothing down his jacket, trying to appear calm. The nervousness in his chest didn’t quite match the composed way he greeted you, but he did his best to mask it.

"Good evening." He said, his voice steady, though his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts.

"I’m Logan. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you." You smiled, and he swore it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. A slight flush colored his cheeks, but he cleared his throat, trying to recover.

"I’m glad you could make it tonight." He continued, gesturing to the seat across from him.

"Please, take a seat."

Logan noticed every detail, how your dress shimmered softly under the restaurant’s dim lights, the way your eyes sparkled with curiosity and a touch of warmth. He wanted to say something witty, something charming, but all he could think of was how incredibly fortunate he was to be sitting across from you on this first date.

He forced himself to smile, though it didn’t quite reach the nerves that still buzzed in his stomach. But he was determined. He was here to be a gentleman, even if he felt like a bundle of nerves on the inside.