this is a story.

Caden has no idea what the hell he's doing.

Tonight's dinner is more than just a dinner, he's pretty sure. But he's also not sure. Maybe it's presumptuous to think that April and Les are going to do anything more than feed him. Or - give him food, not feed him.

God.

He almost calls his sister because she's kind of the epitome of a San Francisco free loving hippie (minus the patchouli, thank god) and she might have some good advice, but he doesn't. This is still too new, and it might not even be anything. Maybe he'll just go over there and eat and pine and then go home alone.

Maybe he won't.

In any case, it's time to go and worrying won't help him any. He's just going to go in with an open mind and low expectations, and whatever happens happens. He's dressed somewhat casually, but he put effort into looking nice, doing his hair and putting on just a touch of the cologne that he always gets compliments on. There's nothing else left to do but go.

He walks to Les's building instead of taking a cab in hopes that the air will clear his head, and he gets two different comments from passersby wishing him luck on his date. Caden looks down at his outfit and then at the small bouquet danging from one hand and the bottle of expensive port he has in the other. April is worth more than flowers, but the simple arrangement of tiger lilies seemed to suit her, and you don't bring guys flowers, so he picked up the wine. In his mind, he was just trying to be a good guest, but maybe it looks like he's trying too hard. Oh well, too late now.

There's a few minutes before he's supposed to arrive, but he's too nervous to wait. After taking a few deep breaths and rolling his shoulders, to reaches up to ring the doorbell. He hears movement inside and his heart is in his throat, but he's smiling. No matter what happens, he likes April and Les and he's happy to spend time with them.

It'll be fun.