Stuart Dakin

They'd made a deal, and whilst it was a strange way to arrange a date, Dakin didn't mind. It had worked after all, and here he was, meeting her in the lobby of her building ready for an evening out. What they were doing was still up in the air. His date was simple and he hoped romantic enough to win her approval. He'd ordered dinner from a local cafe, packing it away along with a bottle of nice wine that Bubba had insisted he take when he said the word date. Never to throw away an advantage, he'd accepted it happily, only stopping to pick up a flower, a single gerbera like the ones he'd sent her just a few weeks before.

He'd said to dress casually, and so he was, a pair of jeans and a button down shirt. To be honest, Dakin couldn't remember the last date he'd had and he was nervous, actually nervous. It was a strange feeling.