Who: Alfie and Gemma What: A date, an actual date, with coffee and shit Where: Cafe in NYC When: Sunday around 3ish Rating: Medium
Alfie had never had this hard of a time getting dressed in his entire life. He didn't want to just show up in jeans and a t-shirt, but he didn't want to overdress either. This was casual but not that casual. Besides, if he was going to make any sort of good impression on this girl, he would do well to keep his Batman t-shirts folded up in his drawer where they belonged. An hour after his shower, Alfie was still just standing there eying his closet. He finally decided on a black button-down shirt and some nice jeans. That was casual without being too casual, right?
He was glad when he went outside to find his car sitting there waiting for him. It was finally fixed, and despite the interesting time he had while riding the subway, Alfie was happy to have his favorite mode of transportation back at his disposal (all thoughts of Lexie's death aside). Of course, that meant he was going to have to wear his glasses while driving, but he didn't mind it all that much. She had already gotten a sneak peek at them anyway. The ride to the cafe she had told him about was uneventful as Alfie just tried to steady his nerves. He honestly wasn't sure why he was so nervous. There was something about this girl that had him remembering old times, with the blonde hair and being a Math teacher and all that. Maybe he just had one of those childhood psychological traumas or something.
He was only a few minutes early when he pulled up to the place. One last check of his hair, putting his glasses away and taking a deep breath, Alfie was ready. And as he walked into the cafe, the only question crossing through his mind was... What the hell do I do now?