Quentin had spent part of the day sending out his resume to different places that were hiring and part of it looking over what there was to do in town. Michael had suggested dinner, so he'd mostly focused on that. There were so many options and several of them even looked like they were run by people who had been displaced here like they were. Maybe they should try one of those? Whatever they ended up doing, he was sure he wanted to hit up the ice cream place for dessert.
He'd let his friends dress him because they were so much better at it than he was and he felt pretty confident that he looked good. Or as good as he ever looked. It was just a date. With a really attractive guy. Who Eliot had seen naked. WHY had Eliot told him that? What did it even matter if Michael didn't remember it? "Nope. It doesn't matter." HE shoved that thought as far into the corner of his mind as he could. It was completely irrelevant.
He hadn't had the time to get a vehicle of his own so he got an Uber to take him over to the apartments. Quentin spent the drive over rolling his favourite coin over his fingers. IT was his version of a fidget spinner, and it helped him relax. By the time he got to the apartment, he was thankfully in the right frame of mind for a date. He checked his phone to make sure he wasn't late. They had said five right? OR was it six? Either way, he sent the man a text to let him know he was there. He asked the driver to hang back in case they ended up needing a ride.
The longer he waited the more he was convinced that he'd had the time wrong. He did manage to resist the urge to check the status of his message for a full fifteen minutes before he finally checked to make sure it had gone through in the first place. His phone was showing it had been delivered, but not read. He frowned at the screen and looked back up at the building. Should he send another text or would that make him look impatient? He pulled his coin back up and fidgeted with it while he waited another few minutes before he finally just gave up and paid the driver for the ride there and their time waiting. He turned down the offer of a ride home and instead decided he would just walk to that ice cream place and treat himself before heading home. What he hadn't decided is what to tell Eliot when he turned up back home way too early for a date.