It's not only until he actually gets in the car and starts driving do the nerves hit him. He hasn't been on a date in what seems like forever. Not just a date. A date date. A pick up at your door, drive out, have dinner and possibly drinks, date. Like sane, non-over worked single people do. When he thinks of it that way, he almost feels calm ( Read more... )

"Chef Boyardee and I? On good terms. How can you not like beef raviolis? That's like... not liking coffee. It just doesn't happen."

Rice? What happened to the fries?!

I've got Grace for a week.

Staying at the office was better than going home to an empty apartment. When Grace wasn't with him, he had no reason to rush out the door. More times than not, he didn't. He just shut the door, leaned back in his chair, and set his leg up to rest. That's where he could be found a half hour after "closing ( Read more... )