Palmer flew around his messy apartment, digging through drawers in a poor attempt at finding the clothes he wanted to wear for the night. It was a rare thing for him to actually dress up, as he only usually did it for hockey tournaments and conference meetings, so he had no idea where anything was. Even in those cases, however, he usually rented a suit because lets be real, suits are fucking expensive, especially for just one night. “Socks, I need socks,” the boy grunted under his breath, buttoning up his white dress shirt while his eyes scanned the room. 5 minutes later, his floor couldn’t be seen, but he has socks on his feet and that’s all that mattered. Finally dressed and looking respectable with his hair coiffed, a white dress shirt with its sleeves rolled, and black dress pants on, Palmer grabbed his jacket and headed out the door, taking no time to get to Claire’s -- one of Lina’s friends who’d graciously accepted the brunette into her home. He grabbed the small bouquet of roses from the passenger seat of his car and jogged up the steps, ringing the bell to be buzzed up.