"Hi, how are you?" I slap on my 'greeting customers' smile as I wave to Hanna.

"Oh, I'm good, how are you?" Hanna smiles prettily and slides into our booth. I was five minutes early, and she's five minutes late.

"Pretty good," I reply, surreptitiously tugging at the leather jacket Ethan lent to me earlier today. It smells like him; coffee, an unidentifiable Old Spice cologne, and something minty. I was only feeling a little apprehensive about this whole venture; definitely an improvement from a couple hours ago. A couple hours ago, I was ready to call it off and tell Hanna I was sick that night.

"Are you OK if I call you Kit?" She asks, leaning towards me a little.

"Um, yeah it's fine. Kristopher, Kit- either one, or- well, I'm just kind of, fine with anything." Great. Two seconds into this and it's going great. It's not like it's my first date either; just my first date since- since I- moved. Since I moved. Hanna laughs a little.

"OK. What are you getting?" She asks, flipping over the menu and opening it.

"Probably a Southwest Salad. What about you?"

"Mmmmmm... BLTA Croissant. Sounds good." Hanna tosses the menu back onto the table. I realize my hands are frantically tapping the table top and quickly still them. I pan my gaze across the restaurant as a waiter walks up to our table.

"Hi, I'm your server Chris what would you two like to drink tonight?"

"Water." I hand my menu to him.

"Water." Hanna does the same with her menu.

"Are you ready to order or do you need a couple more minutes?" Chris takes our menus and tucks them under an arm. I glance at Hanna, and she nods.

"Um, yeah, we're ready to order. I'll have a uh- Southwest Salad."

"BLTA Croissant."

"Alright." Chris walks off. We sit in an awkward silence for a minute or two. Finally, Hanna shifts a little in her seat.

"You really need to work on this whole date thing, huh?"

"Um, yeah. Kind of. A little." My cheeks burn. Would this have turned out better if I had told her 'sorry, I can't go out with anyone due to my extreme introverted personality and social awkwardness?' "Sorry."

"Oh no, you're fine, it's kind of endearing, in a cute way." Hanna laughs lightly, and my crippling anxiety eases a little. I look around the restaurant again, and my attention snags on a middle aged man, laughing with a group of other middle aged men. He looks familiar. Then again, I can only see the back of his head. "So, how's work going? Do you know everyone's names yet? Have you met Ariana?"

"Oh, well, work's going pretty good. Nothing really interesting has happened so far, it's pretty much the same as my old job. Yeah, I know pretty much everyone's names by now. Mostly because Ariana introduced me to everyone. That was pretty helpful." Finally, the man turns around, and- Oh, God. "I- I have to go. I'm so sorry, I just, I just remembered something, really important, and-" I toss a fifty onto the table, not caring that we haven't even gotten our food yet. All that matters is that I get out the hell out of here, the hell away from- from him.

"Kristopher-" Hanna watches as I practically run out, not watching where I'm going.