[Blaine had woken up only a couple hours before the set time of the lunch date. He had carefully crafted his appearance, plastering his hair into place, making sure his bow tie wasn't crooked.

When he saw Franz at that door for a moment he only stared before he reached out to touch his friend's arm. He needed to make sure the man standing in front of him wasn't just a dream, a figment of his imagination.]

Hi.