Shawn Hunter & Death
As annoyed as Shawn was that his niece's boyfriend decided to sign him up for this, he was here, wearing a pair of khakis and a polo shirt, his facial hair neatly trimmed for the occasion. Losing Liz put him off the idea of dating here, but he supposed that it couldn't hurt to get out and meet some new people. Friends were good.
There was something a little unsettling about his first date, though he couldn't determine what it was that was making him feel uneasy. "Hey," he said. "I'm Shawn."