Jordan had been looking forward to-- something since the first note appeared under the door. Now, that something was happening, and it wasn’t something set up over Tinder, guaranteed to end in sex and some deep longing for something more permanent. It was a real date, what she’d been looking for for months. She stood downstairs in the lobby, smoothing the front of her casual suit-- a blazer, silk camisole, and boyfriend jeans. She checked her phone for the time, a part of her only able to think of the last date she’d planned, which ended in her being stood-up. Zeta wasn’t like that. She hoped. She looked up quickly as the elevator door opened, and smiled when she saw her date. She waved, a little shyly. 

As hard as he tried, Chris just couldn’t find a burger place in the city even reminiscent of Whataburger to bring to Zeta. And a lame attempt to recreate it was just pathetic, just a reminder that he had taken the joke too far and let her down. So instead, he’d loaded his car down with boxes of Japanese takeout, even some sushi, though that was specifically for her. He’d decided to go all out and get a couple of candles with the fake, dancing flames. He set it all up, admittedly feeling a little silly, inside an empty security office in the parking garage, and hoped no one wondered why the lights were on while he was gone. He knocked lightly on her bedroom doorframe and waited, hoping her roommate wasn’t the one to answer it.  @zetareyes