Matt had been in love before. He'd had flings before. He'd had trysts and romance, and even almost got married. Nothing compares to the utter elation he is inexplicably feeling right now. He'd just gone to a local corner coffee shop from his Law Office with Foggy, a craving for their particular muffins hitting him. He'd ordered his coffee and muffin and sat down in the first available table he could find with his cane. He had barely taken two bites of the confection when he was assaulted with the most divine scent he'd ever smelled.

He came back to his senses fairly quickly, but that scent still lingered. He listened for the source's voice as there were too many people around to feel their heat signature completely...But Lord knows he was trying. Trying to pin down that scent, trying to pinpoint the sounds of their heartbeat. He wanted, no needed to know who this person was. He tried to sip his coffee to look nonchalant when he was anything but.

Then he heard their voice order their drink. It didn't even matter what they ordered Matthew was floored. This made no sense. This made no sense what so ever. He was a Lawyer, he had reason. He was a Vigilante, he had sense. Why? How could someone he hadn't even met effect him so desperately? He shouldn't approach them. He shouldn't think about them. He was intelligent, a Columbia graduate! He wouldn't be this idiotic would he? He was better than this! But...oh God in Heaven he was being tested. That must be what this was, a test of his faith and his will. But the Devil was weak, and the thought of not being able to speak with this walking embodiment of everything he ever wanted was a punishment even his Catholic Guilt didn't require of him. So when he felt them approaching near his table he knew he needed to act. "Excuse me." His voice was calm, measured, and soothing. "Have we met before?" He asked knowing they hadn't but it was the best he could come up with in such a flustered state. Please don't let them ignore him.