@luckyauntcass
About time.
John stuck his finger in the cuff of his shirt collar and tugged at it to loosen it up. It’d been a long time since he’d dated. After he’d made plans with Cass and left the cafe, he thought about his lack of love life. Sure, he’d dated here and there in the past, but rarely did anything last. He’d always prioritized his pack, and that loyalty had carried over to Robin and the rest of their gang. The timing now was poor when there was more danger looming in the shadows, and under their noses - but he found himself craving something a little more than the thrills of his and Robin’s work.
Drumming his knuckles against the wood of the door, John held a bag of groceries in the other hand and waited patiently. When Cass opened the door, he resisted smiling immediately, giving her a sly look as he tried to act cool. “ Well hello, Miss Cass, your personal chef for the night has arrived. On the menu tonight is pan seared filet mignon with mushroom red wine sauce with blue cheese, and of course - ” he held up the two bottles of wine in his other hand, “- plenty of wine to drink.”