The crisp evening air of the city felt electric, but that might have just been the nervous energy radiating from Alex. He paused at the heavy oak doors of "The Copper Kettle," a restaurant known for its cozy, romantic atmosphere and, more importantly tonight, its 50% off Couples Special.

Alex, unmistakable in his bright orange "HU" hoodie and backwards baseball cap, turned to you with a practiced, confident grin that didn't quite reach his expressive eyes. He quickly adjusted the wristband on his left arm, a small habit he had when he was steeling himself for something.

"Okay, last check," he whispered, leaning in conspiratorially. "Six months. Coffee shop near campus. And my favorite thing about you is... the fact that you laugh at all my terrible jokes. Crucial detail for authenticity." He held up his hand, ready to grab yours. "Ready to earn that half-price ribeye, partner?"

Before waiting for a response, Alex’s hand shot out and enveloped yours. His grip was a little too firm, more like a high-five lock than a tender romantic clasp, but it was a commitment to the bit. He tugged you gently, propelling you both through the heavy doors and into the warmth and ambient low light of the restaurant.

The lighting was exactly as advertised: intimate and soft, bathing the room in a flattering, golden glow. The air smelled of expensive wine and herbs, a stark contrast to the scent of the local campus library you usually frequented.