Daemyn's system ran like clockwork- every date, every time accounted for. How he chose to spend those moments were up for improvisation, subject to whim and necessity, but it was all accounted for. It wasn't a structure for security, but for the sake of structure. There were so many that condemned the very idea but it had been something he had come to appreciate and see as useful. So when his summons came, the destination and time served, he was outside of Cafe Eros on the dot.
He was pleasantly surprised when the phone call had come. While he hadn't forgotten about the little 'dating' service, he hadn't actually suspected he would be getting called back. Surely there were much more amorous, domesticated candidates out there than he. The fact that they had failed to ask him if the date and time was suitable for him, that they had simply served it to him like a subpoena, was to him very charming. There was a good chuckle for it, but he had nothing planned around the 'date' so he had simply penciled it into his mental schedule and went on about his life. Things like that didn't offend him like they probably should, and besides that, he was curious.
The dark male entered the cafe with a bare whisper, onyx eyes taking in everything without shifting. The dark red interior of the establishment pleased him, even if it did feel as if he had just delved into an artery. Some part of him was expecting the walls to shudder and pulse, a thought that was dim in the back of his mind as he tried to figure out if his so-called date had arrived yet. Xandir, he was called, the rest of the given profile buzzing superficial about Daemyn's mind still. Part of this date, he had decided, was trying to find out just how much of it was the truth. But there had been no physical description, so he was looking for any single man sitting in the vicinity.
He didn't really think anything of the fact his first date was of the same gender, but he was a little concerned about what the acceptable ritual was for it. A woman, well, you brought them flowers, didn't you? Daemyn had brought nothing along with him, and suspected he would simply find out if he had made a mistake by the end of the night, if it even lasted so long. All he had was himself, dark slacks and shirt that could not really rival the black of his skin. The ornate silver markings on his shirt was about all of the flair he allowed in his appearance tonight. No piercings, his silvery hair pulled back into a low tie at the base of his neck.
He checked his watch- still on time. Then made his way deeper into the cafe.
