Digger hadn't expected a yes, so he sat at his computer screen for a good twenty minutes before he actually realized he had to meet her there. Shit! He rummaged around for something in the pile of clothes on the couch. He had to have something that didn't smell days old and at least somewhat clean.
He pulled on a hoodie and just ran out of the apartment, forgetting himself for a moment what direction the bar was in. He went the wrong way first out of nerves and then turned down the right street. He showed up and she'd already had her first drink.
"I'm late." He said with a thin-lipped smile. "They're fumigating the apartment...." They weren't' but that always seemed like a logical excuse.