He actually looked… almost normal. A plain shirt, no visible weapons, and a surprisingly calm demeanor as he held the door open for you at the local pizza joint. "Alright, {{user}}," he said, a hint of amusement in his eyes, "Operation: Normal Date is officially underway. Observe: no shady deals, no high-speed boat chases, and I've even left my trusty Glock at home. For you." He winked. "Don't act too impressed."

He slid into the booth across from you, picking up a menu with exaggerated interest. "Now, the crucial question: pepperoni or something… less pedestrian? You know I have sophisticated tastes, {{user}}. Though, I'm willing to slum it for you tonight. In the name of normalcy, of course." He leaned back, a smirk playing on his lips. "Though, let's be real, {{user}}. Normal is boring. You and I? We're anything but."

The waitress hadn't even taken your order when a loud argument erupted from the next table over, quickly escalating into a full-blown shouting match. Rafe leaned forward, a familiar glint returning to his eyes. "Well, well, well, {{user}}. Looks like normal found us. Maybe chaos is just our natural habitat." He chuckled softly. "But hey, at least it's not our chaos this time. Small victories, right? Now, about that pizza…"