 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science!
Howard was in his own anxious little world and didn't, at first, notice the woman lingering by the door. He didn't know how to do this dating thing, let alone go on a BLIND date. His wife had been his childhood sweetheart and things had just developed between them naturally.
How was he supposed to find his date once he entered the restaurant? The thought of having to ask all the single ladies made his stomach churn all the more. They should have arranged to both wear a carnation in their lapel. That was how they did it in those old romantic movies Howard so dearly loved, wasn't it?
He took one last deeeeeeeeep calming breath, and then started toward the door, noticing for the first time the young lady there. It could be her. It could be anyone. Oh Merlin, why hadn't this been planned better? He squirmed at the thought of having to make the first move.
What he did know though, was that the woman he would be having dinner with tonight was a brunette. The agency had told him that much... along with her name. This woman was a brunette. A pretty one. He liked her dress. He cleared his throat.
“E-excuse me, ma'am..” He started.. and then had to pause mid sentence to gather his thoughts and attempt to self-calm. “Are you--D-do you happen to be a Ms Dixon?”
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