Desmond had been ... less surprised than one might've thought when April didn't show up at 8 o'clock sharp. It was perfectly reasonable for him to think that she was standing him up, considering. She'd probably only made the offer of coming to his flat personally to him so that he'd feel a little better for the evening - that was nice of her, wasn't it? Not so nice was not showing up at all, but he supposed he didn't really have any right to complain.
He had definitely gorged himself on several butter-smothered pancakes when it came to around 8:30. Fortunately for April, he hadn't stuffed all of them into his mouth by the time she had arrived at his door. He blinked, surprised, and shuffled up from his spot at the island to answer the door.
"...oh," he said, hurriedly unlocking the door and trying for a charming smile, "I didn't think you were coming." He'd figured that something more important had come up -- work, probably.
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