Who: Ben Fenwick and Susan Bones. When: July 19th, 1998. Evening. Where: A little Italian restaurant that I have not named. What: A first date type thing between Mr. Bacon and the Princess of Narnia. Rating: Low!
Contrary to what he had joked about, Ben actually did do laundry so that he had something nice and clean to wear on his date. Because as much of a giant goof as he could be, he was a gentleman - mostly - and also, owned nice posh clothing. He had to, to look respectable for work, after all.
He went with an in between sort of look - nothing too fancy but nothing too slouchy either. A nice pair of dark wash jeans that were relatively new and also fit quite nicely, and a button up lavander-purple shirt with an indigo tie. And he combed his hair, although it was already starting to go back to that 'fingers-pushed-through-it' sort of look.
Ben arrived at the restaurant a few minutes early so he could get a table, a nice one near the window. He tucked the sunflowers he had brought out of sight for the moment, and idly looked at the menu as he waited for Susan to arrive, although mostly he was watching the door for her. Not that he knew what she looked like, but how many red-heads of that age and wearing pink were going to be coming in by themselves? Not many.
When the door opened and he saw somone who fit the bill - cute - he lifted a hand to get her attention.