This place was definitely strange, but anything that Davis didn't understand about it was easily chalked up to that must be how magic works. So when he'd woken up on Valentine's Day and unable to get this would-be stranger out of his head, he hadn't thought anything of it. He didn't really prescribe to much romance, really, but she was attractive enough- so he saw no harm in trying to figure out what was going on between them.
Unlike Pansy, he hadn't really cleaned up or prepared for the evening. He wore a typical pair of jeans and a (clean, thank you) t-shirt, his beanie pulled down to cover his ears even for the short walk between his house and hers. Shivering against the wind, Davis knocked on the door to her house, quickly replacing the hand in his coat pocket- love or not, it was bloody cold outside.