tramitem_log | Guess I'm just a play date to you

Who: Harleen, Alec, and special secret ~~spies~~ guests
What: A blind date from Hell (because a demon set it up, get it)
When: Feb 14th, 8 PM
Where: Antonio's Restaurant
Warnings: None

Harleen never did work up the courage to text the number the Duane Reade demon gave her, and was seriously considering calling the whole thing off or at least pulling a no-show. But then her mother knocked on her door and looked deeply disappointed at hearing her daughter would be staying in on Valentine's, then strongly hinted that she'd been hoping Harleen would be out all evening so the parents could have a "very romantic, private sort of night."

So obviously Harleen could not be anywhere in a five mile radius of home with that cursed knowledge.

She put on a nice dress and jacket, nothing too flashy or that could lead to ... certain expectations, and headed out to meet her doom. Dinner. Her dinner date.

She arrived too early, as she usually did, and was seated at the table first. She ordered a glass of wine and promised herself that everything was going to be just fine. No date could be as bad as the one in her other self's memories.

This was stupid. This was stupid. This was such a bloody bad idea that he couldn't even begin to think why he was doing it except to make his idiot of a cousin happy. It took all his nerve not to walk away from the restaurant and when he arrived and saw her it took even more nerve to walk up to her in a well tailored dark suit, save for a collared shirt with the top few buttons haphazardly undone and the trousers not so tight.

He pulled out his own chair and sat opposite her, palms sweating already and stared resolutely at the table. He swallowed and then after a moment:

"Hi."

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