Padraig had gone for classy casual as well, with a black button up shirt (a few buttons artfully undone of course) and sleek black trousers. He had thought of bringing wine, but once Euterpe had made fun of his wine preferences, and he usually left it to her since then. He had to admit, she did know her wine! So he bought a bottle of well-aged whiskey, and a small bouquet of flowers. He wanted to look like he was trying, but not too hard.
He knocked on her door, a small smile afixed to his face. Despite everything, the fact that they could still hang out was priceless.