[...He was regretting this already. Considering how he wasn't supposed to be an assassin and wanted to change his life, and surprisingly succeeding, those he knew that helped him recommended this. Better than dating any of them, true, bu this still bothered him. To say he was uncomfortable being dressed up and waiting at a coffee shop for his date was an understatement.

And so there he was, tapping his finger against the table, coffee already half-finished. She technically wasn't late by that much; he was just there early.]