“Yeah, I know I didn’t have to look nice,” Matt replied, taking his eyes off of the road for a moment to look at Adam. “I just wanted to.” He felt like at least an effort should be made. After all, it was the first date in months. Matt wanted to start out right and make this as special as possible, and just this once avoid the usual t-shirt and jeans combo. “The last thing I would want to do is make you uncomfortable, though. If you want me to, I can throw on that hoodie in the back seat or something. Whatever you would prefer.” He turned his eyes back onto the road to pull into the large parking lot, rows of cars separated by thin medians of trees. Pulling into an available space, Matthieu shut off the car and got out. The night was cold and crisp, a slight breeze enough to make the boy shiver. His breath was hot and visible when he heaved a sigh. The stars were out, but not overwhelmingly bright. Despite Matthieu’s typical collected demeanor, he was extremely nervous. In fact, it was probably good that it was cold, because otherwise he would be sweating. He wasn’t nervous to be around Adam, that definitely wasn’t it. He simply felt an overpowering obligation to make everything run smoothly and perfectly. No unforeseen bumps or turns. Matt had spent a good while lying in bed for the past couple of nights, rehearsing his actions in his head. As practiced, Matthieu strode over to Adam’s side of the car before the boy could get out, and opened the door for him.
The younger boy had been secretly pleased with how the other had dressed. Ever since they had called off dating, Matthieu seemed to stop caring about himself. However, he knew that this adjustment would only come with time, so it tickled him to see Matthieu sprucing himself up for their little date. "No, no! It's... it's nice. You look nice." Adam only initially mentioned it because he didn't dress especially nicely. He wore some new clothes he had gotten for Christmas, but it was generally the same stuff he normally wore. Though, he supposed, the winter made him dress a little bit nicer. Black corduroy slacks, with a green, vaguely festive sweater. No collar or anything. There was only a heavy bomber jacket for added protection against the cold. Once the other had pulled over, Adam felt his nerves begin to fester. It seemed so trivial, too. They had been so close at some point, and now how he felt and their interactions reminded him of when they first started dating. He was thinking of this right up until the other was opening the door for him, a little bit shocked by the gesture. "Oh --" he murmurs, stepping out of the car and into the chill evening air. "Thanks," Adam nods, then furrows a brow, glancing around for the tavern. Finally, his eyes fall onto a large venue with bright, neon signs. “Welp... found it.”
