A day has passed since their plans were made, and he's still unsure why he reached out to her to begin with. Part of him just wanted to make a new friend. Someone to talk to, vent to, make memories with.
The other part wanted a feast.
Regardless of his decision, what's done is done.
The morning of, he goes about his typical routine. Jog, shower, breakfast, then off-routine to the store. Or, florist, more like. He'd spoken to his mother just the night before, confiding in her that he was finally opening up more, willing himself to accept people into his life, and the poor woman spent an hour lecturing him on what to do and what not to do.
Make sure you smile! You always look so miserable, querido. Bring her something, too. It doesn't have to be big, but first impressions go a long way.
So he picked out a small bouquet, consisting of lavender and daffodils and daisies with a single orange rose at the center.
It takes a while to find someplace to park his bike, busy as it is, but he manages. Harder still to even get into the place with a line out the fucking door, but a few... looks convince people to move out of his way. The place is packed, as per usual, every single table occupied by either students or folks looking to have their brunch. But it isn't long before he finds her in the crowd, and his face lights up with a brilliantly crooked smile.
"Hey. Hope I didn't keep you waiting long."
