Hardcase 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 anxiety creeping in as he wondered if he might stand him up.

With a sigh, Hardcase rubbed his forehead, his gaze wandering back to the taxis. His fingers drummed at the brick wall behind him, whistling mindlessly to himself. Just then, he spotted a familiar face emerging from the door.

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

A wide grin broke across Hardcase’s face as he waved. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of him; he had truly made an effort tonight. In that moment, he couldn’t help but feel incredibly fortunate.