speed dating? seriously? there was a pun in there, and he didn't want to point it out. well, point it out to himself, that is. he couldn't exactly point it out to iris. or the people going to this thing. what the hell was he supposed to say?
'hi, i've got my name on my chest and i'm lonely. oh, i'm also a freak of nature. do you like apples? well, have i got an interesting fact for you!'
iris had said be himself. be. himself. but how could he be himself when all he had was three minutes for himself to be? -- that didn't even make sense, but it didn't matter. the gong had went, and the last four dates? yeah, they hadn't exactly gone to plan. one looked about the age of joe, one wasn't interested, another looked like a serial killer and the last one? lets not even go into detail about her. as he moved, he found himself at yet another table with yet another three minute date.
as he raised his head, hazel eyes met crystal clear blues and things seemed to slow down. 'holy crap she's-- she's normal. more than that, she's hot. -- barry, don't think that. what're you doing talking in your head, anyway? say something, you moron!'
"barry-- allen. barry allen, that's me."
what a great time for his voice to sound like he was thirteen. just the best. with a swift hand moving to massage his throat, the brunet let out a small laugh.
"i swear, i'm older than my voice seems to think i am."
