Face had arrived bright and early at the restaurant, mostly because he didn't want Cassandra to think he was a no show if she got there first, a small bouquet in hand.

In his own, not so modest opinion, he thought he'd cleaned-up well for tonight. He wasn't wearing his best suit (or the blue one), but a trousers, tunic, and vest combo that he thought hit the right balance between making an effort and overdoing things.

So now he had everything he needed for what he hoped would be a successful date, except the actual date.

[For the daaaaaate, but open restaurant is open.]