Date. Date. Date. Date. That word had been thundering through his head all day. And he was giddy, to say the least. Mason stood outside the door of the restaurant, bouquet of flowers in his hands and waited for Meredith.

He bounced lightly back and forth between his toes and heels. He was nervous. He hadn't been on a date in far too long and he felt like a teenage boy again. The crazy fool who had just asked the prettiest girl in the school on a date.

Oh, Merlin. What if she stood him up?! What if he would just be standing there for hours on end waiting for the girl that would never come. *sob* Oh, be positive, Mason. You're not that much of a dork. Right..?