Dolcetto fiddles with the collar of his dress shirt nervous as he stands in front of Eden’s apartment door. This would be the first proper date since they first started seeing each other and he does not want to mess it up. He reaches up slowly and knocks on the door.

“Eden, it’s me.” He speaks loudly, hoping she would hear him. He almost wants to slap himself. Of course she knows it’s him, she always does. Hopefully she wasn’t irritated or anything, he is after all a tad late.