Flying Blind
Riley looked at himself in the mirror and curled up his face. This was so not his style, on any level. He was wearing a necktie for crying out loud. Yes he'd promised Henry he'd clean up and wear a suit, but this was so weird. He didn't do the suit and tie thing, and he'd certainly never been on a blind date before. He'd never been on ANY dates before. It just wasn't something he'd really made a priority in his life. He'd never even really thought about what his 'type' was.

Henry had made some valid observations though, and he'd been persuasive. Henry usually was. He did need to get out more. As it was lately, he'd bee spending every waking moment not in school on patrol, with or without Dinah.

Should he have told Dinah he'd be busy tonight? He can always tell her if she contacts him.

He sits down, fidgeting with the buttons on his sleeves, waiting for Henry to call with the info about where to meet his mystery date.