blind dates had already been something that ellie didn't like the idea of - the thought of having to force conversation with someone was the epitome of her worst nightmare. however, her friend had insisted that this man was perfect, that he would understand her, and a million other things that eventually convinced ellie it would be a good idea. in the end, she ended up on her third glass of wine, still alone, and knowing that he wasn't showing up and she'd have to pay for her drinks and walk out alone. she had been shown a picture and really - she didn't think she'd be missing out on much (okay... maybe that was a lie, he had been very attractive), but more importantly she knew the man who did join her wasn't who she was supposed to be meeting, "you won't hear me arguing," despite not being who she was expecting, she wasn't disappointed, "i do deserve a nice meal - glad someone knows. but how do i know i'll be able to get that with you?" however a hand extended over the table for a handshake, "ellie."