Requested by Pickled_Pup
(Y/n) nervously flipped the collar of their shirt over their sweater.
Hoping it looked straight enough to where it looked like you tried your best to look more than half decent.
But it's Flippy. He doesn't care about your appearance, he really cares about you on the inside.
God, that sounds so cheesy.
But really, it's true!
Flippy has never even once commented anything about your appearance when you two started to talk, and this is going to be technically the first date.
So really it's all or nothing.
Your phone pinged indicating it was 6:30.
You quickly turned off your alarm, and grabbed your essentials; Keys, wallet, phone, pepper spray...
You never know.
You felt nervous, it wasn't Like you haven't met the guy before, it's only really a few FaceTime calls and texts that indicated he was real.
He seemed like a very sweet guy.
He liked a lot of things you liked, and with the appreciation of peace and quiet in an otherwise loud universe.
Loud noises were always a sensory thing for you. That's kinda what you guessed why you hated going out so much.
6:35
Flippy had insisted that he'd drive to pick you up at your place, but really you didn't want him knowing where you lived on the first date.
So you suggested to just meet up at the place.
Driving down a usually busy road down to the restaurant, was now an almost deserted one since rush hour had already finished.
Your hands tightened around the steering wheel, and you could feel your left foot start to tap next to the right that was manually between the break and gas.
Maybe meeting up wasn't such a good idea.
Maybe we should just go home.
Your gut was giving you the feeling that wasn't what you wanted to feel on the first date with the man of your dreams.
Instead of butterflies, it was a pit.
A pit of something crawling around and clawing at your stomach lining that warned you to not go on with this.
'What if he's a creep? '
'What if he actually wants to meet up to kill you?'
'What if he's secretly a serial killer and you're his next victim?'
But something in your head made you keep going.
'You're just over reacting'
'What if I'm not?'
As you kept driving, not once did You never turned around or You never stopped the car.
You never once changed course.
6:45 P.M.
The restaurant was fairly packed for it being a Friday night hopefully this goes well.
Your anxiety already at a high level with the atmosphere, you walked up to the host.
Lumpy, on his fourth job this week, smiled.
"Hey, (y/n)!"
"Hey lumpy! How's the job going?" You asked almost weary of how this might be a horrible outcome to a customer or a coworker of his.
"It's great! I have full benefits, great hours and pay! And all I have to do is take reservations!"
Lumpy excitedly cheered.
As you did agree it seemed like a great and safe job for him to work in without incident.
You still reminded himself that this is lumpy...
And somehow he turned every work place into a disaster zone if he were given the right opportunity without even thinking about it.
"Well good luck, I hope this one sticks." You smiled,
"Thank you! Enjoy your night!"
God hopefully Lumpy doesn't do anything to ruin this date.
You looked around the dining room.
Looking for the Green bear.
And what do you know.
He was sitting in a table just in the middle of the room.
He notices you as you did to him.
He excitedly smiled and rose his hand and waved you over.
Forcing a smile, you waved back and walked over.
