We're in a small, hole-in-the-wall Persian restaurant, apparently an established group hangout.

"Um. I was just taking orders? And this regular comes up to me- I didn't even know her name at the time- and she asks me out." I lean back. The group looks disappointed.

"Details?" Avery asks hopefully.

"Uh... She said, 'do you want to grab dinner tomorrow?' and I said, 'sure' so then she smiled and told me the time and place." I lean back, sure I'm done.

"SPILL THE GODDAMN TEA, KIT," Avery smacks the table (lightly, so we wouldn't get kicked out (again)). "GIVE US ALL THE DETAILS."

"UhhhHhhh... Red Robin, 1:30 pm?" I look at the group, trying to think of things I left out. "Is that it?" I ask tentatively.

"No! What are you wearing??" Ariana leans forward.

"A... shirt? And pants? Maybe shoes, if I'm feeling fancy?" I frown. Why is my love life- or lack thereof- so riveting to them? Even Ethan seems to be engrossed.

"What kind of shirt?" Ethan tips his chair back, contemplating me.

"T-shirt? Solid color one, I guess?" Unnerved by his scrutiny, I drop my eyes and study the top of our table.

"Oh my God. You can't be serious. You can't just show up to this date with just a t-shirt. White t-shirt, jean or leather jacket, skinny jeans. It's Hanna, isn't it? Don't get your hopes up, she's a hoe. Probably drop you in a couple weeks. It's not a personal thing, though." Ariana nods to herself, apparently very confident in her fashion advice. I'm not so sure.

"Leather jacket? I'm not exactly a... tough or especially cute guy." I raise an eyebrow, and Ethan chokes a little.

"Kit! You're so cute, though! I mean, you've just got that- that fluffy brown hair, sparkly brown-green eyes, adorable freckles, aww, I just want to reach over and-" Ethan reaches across the table (and Avery's face; she nearly bites a chunk out of his arm) and ruffles my hair. "Awww, your hair is so sooooooft...." Avery ducks under Ethan's arm and pats my head.

"Oh hey. Wow. What conditioner do you use?" Avery motions to Ariana and Sadira. "Hey, feel his hair. It's so soft."

"I am not petting Kit." Sadira crosses her arms, glaring at Ariana, who leans over to run her fingers through my hair. "Nothing against you, Kristopher. That is just a little too much."