Eve was as Elzo had but it, a saint and Marlo was inclined to agree. The girl had been forgiving and kind when he’d been a fool, and apparently had been a pillar of support for his brother while he’d been wrestling about the fact he’d thought he’d been in love with two girls at the same time, (ah, sweet irony in that). But that wasn’t why he was meeting Eve. No, he was meeting her for- problems of his own.

Namely, girl problems. And how he was terrible with them. Eve was a no nonsense forward girl. She’d be honest and frank with him. She might also call him terrible. Then again, he didn’t think he was so terrible she would hate him forever, she’d forgiven him for the panties right?
The café in sight, he casually sat himself down and orders peppermint hot chocolate. No coffee, he’d get twitchy.