You wake up early and get dresses. You aren't nearly as interested in putting on a particularly sexy ensemble after the purely plutonic day you spent previously. You check your phone. There is a text with the name of a diner and a time. You check the clock on the wall and decide to head out rather than having a cup of coffee first.
You pull into the diner and park your car. You are really regretting that you came at all. What do you say to a man that is completely disinterested. You take a deep breath and walk inside. You are greeted by the sweet smell of cinnamon rolls and hot coffee. You see Shawn sitting at a corner booth, already sipping a cup of coffee. He waves you over with a beaming smile across his face. Certainly not what you expected considering your own demeanor. You slide into the booth.
"Hey thank you so much for cleaning up last night! Those brushes would have been toast if you hadn't rinsed them out."
"No problem" You whisper meekly. Feeling a bit embarassed by your utlerior motives for prolonging your stay.
"Well I have good news!" he booms
"Oh yeah?" you ask, uncertain of where this is going.