There was something regarding blind dates that always made Peter nervous. Maybe it was the pressure to not disappoint the mate who arranged it, or the pressure to amuse and impress another person who was a stranger; little did appearance matter, not for Peter, for he was a bookworm, studious,  and always was he attracted to another's mind and personality. Luckily, his youngest sister knew this, sweet Jessica concerned for his companionship welfare, and Peter had to chuckle to himself as he stared into his mug of black coffee. Only then had he realized he was still in his scrubs, a dull mossy green that was splattered with a few stains, that it was only his lab coat that he discarded, and he sighed with discontent. After being up for over twenty four hours, his mind grew a little weary, and really, he was unused to the idea of a date, his last one being six months prior, and the girl was damning of his choice of a career, that being an obstetrician. Peter lifted  the mug of coffee to his lips, and was about to drink when he saw Ella enter the coffee shop.<br/><br/>A smile tugged on his lips as he watched the sway of Ella's golden hair, long and luxurious, cascade over her shoulders. Always had he liked that mane of hair, and really, he had always liked the girl, a best mate to Jessica. As he pondered those thoughts, as moments went by, he suddenly realized who his date was, and he laughed softly at Jessica's boldness.<br/><br/>“Ella,” Peter softly said, his voice a little louder then normal to draw her attention, and he gestured for her to take the seat at his table opposite him. He pushed his mop of blond hair from his eyes and studied her wondering if she knew outright that he was her date.  “Care to join me for a coffee?”<br/>