The cat feeding didn't take long, so he was left in the bathroom, going through his purchases and agonizing. Restaurant or bar? If it were a bar, what kind of bar? He knew they ranged in quality, but what to wear? Finally he despaired and told himself that it was better to be overdressed than underdressed and she would tell him if it was too much. Black slacks, deep smokey blue dress shirt, black belt and shoes... he hesitated on the navy tie.

He emerged, tie in one hand, bag of carefully folded purchases in the other, and tripped over his own feet. How he managed not to fall was anyone's guess, given how he was staring at his houseguest. Oh wow. Perhaps a tie was a good idea after all.