Adam smiled as Hermione pulled the door open. "Hey," he said simply, trying to push his nerves back and keep them at bay. It was rare that dates made him nervous, he was a pretty confident guy. And since there was a good chance that this wasn't even a date in the first place, so there was really no reason for him to be nervous about anything. Except, you know. This was Hermione freaking Granger.
When he stepped into her apartment he really didn't have to look around or anything, but that's what he did anyway. People tended to look around when they walk into a space, even if they already knew what they were going to find. He already knew how she kept it laid out, after all. But hey, at least this time there weren't clothes strewn about or anything.
"Pasta's great," Adam replied, simply and honestly as he looked back at her. "I mean, there isn't actually anyone that doesn't like pasta, is there?"
It was about then that he noticed she had put on a dress. He'd seen her around the complex a handful of times before the first time she'd come up to his apartment and he was pretty sure that he hadn't seen her wear a dress a single time. But here she was. In a dress. And looking great in it.