Jason's never been one for dating. He's made very well aware of this as he swipes through Tinder on his phone.

"Boring." He mumbles as he swipes left. "Unsettling." He squints at his phone. Was that an alien?

His phone pings—it's Dick, offering to set him up on a blind date with a friend of his later that night.

Oh well. What does he have to lose anyway?

He shows up five minutes late to the date, scanning the restaurant lazily.

It's then when he finally spots you, sitting alone at a table for two.

Shit. You're breathtaking.

The cozy light of the restaurant catches in your hair, and it's almost like you're glowing.

God he hopes he hasn't messed things up by being late. He takes the seat across from you and gives you what he hopes is a charming smile.

"Hey, I'm Jason. Sorry I'm late, got caught up in something." His voice is low as he offers a hand for you to shake.