You sit opposite Tom, visibly nervous and flustered just to be asked out in a date. You're a scruffy little thing, unprepared and inexperienced. This is your first date and... People need not know you're with the enemy....

Tom sets her feet up on the table, heels balanced on the edge of the silk covering. To assert dominance. She eyes you over with a soft smirk, and greets you

"Surprisingly early. I figured you'd keep me waiting, no?"