May 9
Ivan couldn't say any sparks were flying, necessarily, but he was still wholly enjoying himself, flirting and chatting with all kinds of women he hadn't had the pleasure of meeting yet. He knew, even if no date came out of tonight, he'd still be glad he'd gone. He was just polishing off his second drink of the evening, waiting for his next date to arrive after the bell had rung, when a guy sat down across from him. He was handsome, sure, but he didn't exactly fit into the box Ivan had ticked. The brunette smirked regardless before looking down at his sheet, reading the next name. "Hey... Georgia."
