Oriana’s POV

After nervously sifting through outfits and getting ready, I locked up the apartment and headed downstairs to the diner. It was almost seven o’clock and Robin didn’t seem like the type to be running late.

One part of me was so excited to be going out with him, but another part of me was so dreadfully nervous that I didn’t know what to do with myself. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever gone out on a date before, unless you count making out in the backseat ...