Jensen really, really liked you. You're so compatible with him, he'd never been with anyone like you before. Just.. you completely understand him, and he gets you. He's never met anyone as much of a sweetheart as you are, and he hadn't thought twice about asking you out on a date.

He'd thought of different places to take you, but he wanted to be a classic kind of guy, so a resturaunt was the best option, he'd thought. He didn't want to scare you off by taking you for a whole rollercoaster of a first date.

He'd gotten to the resturaunt early, actually, and he'd ensured everything was going to go smoothly. Jared had helped his nervous self do all the booking, however he'd still been so apprehensive about this whole thing. He was, without a doubt, anxious. Jensen wouldn't admit it however the way his leg is bouncing beneath the table is a quite obvious indicator as to how he's feeling right now.

"What if they hate me," Jensen mutters under his breath, playing with the rings on his fingers as he leant back in the chair. He glances around for a second, biting his bottom lip before he leans forward. That antsy shifting of weight, he knows if you come in now and see him like this you'll know that he's terrified of ruining what the two of you have going.

He's staring down at his phone for a moment, checking the time. What if you didn't show? That'd been rattling through his brain for a while. But when he looked up and saw your familiar face, he was practically beaming. You looked so good, he had to swallow thickly and run a hand through his hair to fix it and make sure he looked proper.

"Thought you weren't gonna show," he murmured softly, unsure of whether to draw you into a hug or not. Was that what people did on first dates? He hadn't been on one in such a long time, and just.. he needed this to be absolutely perfect for you. He'd make this the best date ever.

"And just—wow," Jensen breathes out, looking at you in all your glory. "Lookin' amazin'.."