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Roman didn’t understand how he got here. Well that’s not entirely true. He knew he picked up his rental suit at the nearby college then walked across the city to some way too nice restaurant he couldn’t pronounce the name of. No, The part he didn’t understand is how he managed to get invited by the Virgil Storm to go to dinner with him.
To him, Virgil always seemed like the cool quiet guy that kept to herself, not the type of guy to randomly ask someone on a date. They’ve only talked like 3 times! One of which Roman threw up on his shoes and had to be dragged back to base. This whole situation felt like some fever induced dream.
Roman kept replaying Virgil's question in his head. “ Do you want to get dinner? At 7?” It felt so random. Not that Roman was complaining or anything! He was more than happy to be asked to dinner by his first and only crush. It just felt odd how sudden and seemingly unprompted all of this is. Though he didn’t let himself think about that for too long.
Nervousness filled Romans empty stomach. He’s never been on a date before! Hell he’s never even held someone’s hand! Virgil seems so nice and handsome, they’ve probably had tons of partners in their life! Roman couldn’t possibly meet whatever Virgil's expectations were. Maybe it would be best to turn around and find a villain to fight so he could have an excuse to cancel.
While contemplating whether or not he should escape he turned the corner and saw him. Virgil stood outside the restaurant in line with other customers. He checked his watch and tapped his foot against the pavement.
‘Fuck’
It was too late for Roman to back out now. He sighed, straightened his posture and walked up to him. He could not afford to mess this up.
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“Wait what do you mean I asked you out!?” Roman looked at Virgil in surprise.
Virgil responded with a laugh. “Ok ok so do you remember when you chased that speedster Villain out of town and I had to come get you?”
Roman blushed with embarrassment from the memories. “I- yes- unfortunately.”
“Do you remember anything after you threw up on me?”
Roman covered his face with his hands, extremely embarrassed. “You didn’t need to bring it up again! I apologized a million times! But no, I don’t remember anything after.”
“Well as I was getting you back to base you asked me on a date here.”
“I did!?” Roman felt like he was going to combust. God why was delusional him so confident. “Wait and you said yes!?”
Virgil smiled at him, nervously fiddling with the table cloth. “Well actually I didn’t say anything. It wasn’t until you almost lost your arm like two weeks later and I was taking care of you I said yes.”
Roman has been through a lot of horrible experiences in his life. Some that still to this day keep him up at night, but this was far worse than any of that.
“Then why did you say ‘do you wanna get dinner’?”
“I said do you *still* want to get dinner. I wanted to make sure you still wanted to go on this date.”
Roman mentally kicked himself for forgetting and misremembering so much. Maybe getting concussions every other month was affecting him more than he thought.
“I am so sorry I don’t remember any of that. I mean- I’m very happy we’re on this date and I’m talking to you now but- I don’t know why I said all that stuff.”
Virgil looked down feeling more nervous than before. “Oh. Well. We can call this off if you want. I understand if this was all just a mistake.”
Roman quickly reached over the table to grab Virgil's hand and look her in the eyes. “No! No this is not a mistake at all! I’m more than happy to be here right now!”
Virgil was surprised, but her smile slowly crept back onto his face. “Then let’s start over.” Virgil straightened his posture and looked Roman in the eyes. “I’m so glad you asked me on this date. What do you think we should order?”
Roman now knew he was in hell. “I… I can’t read most of the menu.”