Casey was torn between relief and anxiety.  A new place.<i>Her</i>new place.  But she<i>wanted to.</i>"It's a date,"  He said.  "I'll come by tomorrow at four, and we can talk housing more then.  I've got to let you go, I've got an appointment to keep with my tailor if I want this suit to fit on time for the wedding.  Be well, Eve."<br/><br/>When their goodbyes were finished, he hung up, and found himself staring at his phone 'til it vibrated in his hand again.  A reminder of his appointment.  He gave himself a shake, and grabbed his coat on the way to his car.  Processing the whole of the whirlwind marriage was something that was going to have to wait.  Maybe 'til after it was done.  There were plans to be made.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>The following day, Casey rolled up to his fiance's apartment.  A glance at his phone told him he was early by nearly fifteen minutes.  He tried to kill the time double- and triple-checking that he had the right address.  But he did.  Of course he did.  He'd walked her home.  It wasn't as if New York streets were drastically different by day.<br/><br/>Reluctantly, the young wizard got out of his car, eyeing the building from the lot.  He straightened his jacket, took his gift in hand, and sent a text message to Evelyn that he'd arrived, and was outside the apartment entrance.