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[withasouvenir]

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[ofbrooklyn]

( it's not exactly a blind date. though, technically speaking, he's never met the girl in question, he hasn't been set up by a well-meaning friend or a particularly over-invested ex-girlfriend. this is just a function of the okcuddle software, a randomized date assignment, intended to allow those less brave to enjoy the arrangement of a date with someone suitable for an evening. where things go from there, of course, is hardly guaranteed.

so it's not really a blind date in the strictest way. at least, that's his rationalization as he tugs at the knot of his tie, adjusting and re-adjusting until he finally throws it to the ground with a huff. no tie, then. he'll just go the button-down shirt and blazer route, and pray to god or jack kerouac or whoever might be listening that it's good enough.

granted, he's probably — hopefully? — not being set up with a waldorf, so it likely won't matter. but, in any case, he'll go. he'll find the designated table at the designated italian restaurant and wait, ever so patiently, for his mystery date. )

[withasouvenir]

[ as long as she's not being set up with oliver, barry, kara, or laurel, thea is a-okay with any choice. her short list of hard nos happens to be people she considers family anyway and thus super inappropriate.

typically, she is running late. not because it took her too long to get ready, though she looks extra cute hurrying to their table in a flimsy white blouse over teal skinny jeans with a burgundy suede biker jacket that matches her vans, but because-- ]

Sorry I'm late, I'm Thea, there was a raccoon in the street and I don't know if they're rabid here or not but he wasn't moving so I took the long way to avoid becoming the raccoon version of Spider-Man.

[ofbrooklyn]

( she talks a mile a minute, and for the first thirty seconds, all dan humphrey is capable of doing is blinking. he stares at her like a deer in headlights for a hot second until he realizes that he's, you know, staring — and then his gaze drops immediately, focusing instead on the glass of water in front of him like it holds the secret to the universe. which, obviously, it doesn't. )

Right. You're definitely not Raccoon Girl, got it. ( he should also probably introduce himself. that might help. he'll get up, too, because being a gentleman and pulling her chair out for her is exactly the weird upper-crust-wannabe shit dan humphrey is known for. ) Dan, by the way. Definitely not Spider-Man, either, for the record.