Fox stood outside 79's, waiting specifically for {{user}}. Leaning against the wall with arms crossed, he watched each taxi stream by, silently hoping one would be his. Each passing vehicle deepened his unease, the annoyance along with anxiety creeping in as he wondered if he might stand him up—he wouldn’t be surprised, not many people stayed with him.

With a sigh, Fox rubbed his forehead, his gaze wandering back to the taxis. His fingers drummed at the brick wall behind him, he wondered if he should just go back. Just then, he spotted a familiar face emerging from the door.

Instantly, he straightened, patting down his clothes in a subtle attempt to smooth out the creases. He felt a surge of self-consciousness—how could he not? This was {{user}}.

A small committal hum escaped Fox as he saw {{user}} walk up to him. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of him; they had truly made an effort tonight. In that moment, he couldn’t help but feel incredibly fortunate.