Rm 332, Sunday evening

[bad_nose_job]

Penelope was ready for her date with Hurley, if not nervous. It was a real date. The first ever where a guy actually asked her out. And he didn't seem to care that she was engaged which, of course, meant everything.

Possibly she should care that she was engaged and agreeing to go on a date. Personally she felt everyone was entitled to a bit of fun.

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[likes_chicken]

Hurley had dressed up, slicked his hair a bit, and arrived at Penelope's door. He knocked twice.

And instantly wished he had brought her flowers.

[bad_nose_job]

Heart beating hard, she considered only briefly, tossing on her scarf. It was silly to even think it and she walked over to her door and opened it, smiling when she saw him.

"Good evening, Hurley. You look very nice."

Penelope herself was wearing a red sweater paired with a skirt, her dark hair down and curly.

[likes_chicken]

"Wow," Hurley said. "You look great. I... yeah, so. Food?"

He was nervous.

[bad_nose_job]

"Thank you," she replied, and then promptly nodded. "I'm ready. And hungry."