Adam had been thinking similar things. Sure, he was able to keep it cool on the boards and everything, but that was the internet. Online he could take the time to figure out what to say and how to react. In person there was no backspace key, and sometimes he really did wish for that backspace key.
But he couldn't stop himself from trying to figure out if this was a date or not. It had all the signs of a date, that was for sure, right down to Adam changing out of his worn out t-shirt and into one of the newer ones he'd gotten since he came back from the dead. And the whole fact that they'd already been intimate with each other. More than once. But they were talking about being friends, and if it was just a dinner with a friend it wasn't a date.
But was that all it was?
Not being sure didn't keep him from making a stop in the community kitchen. He knew some of the residents kept alcohol in the kitchen, and they have said that anything in there was up for grabs, so no one could complain when he stole a bottle of Merlot out of the fridge before heading back up to Hermione's apartment.
Crap. Wine was a date thing, wasn't it? Problem was, he didn't think of that until he was in the middle of knocking on her door.