Remy goes over it in his head again for the hundredth time today alone. He ajusts his tie, his watch. Chuckles, shaking his head then combs his hand through his hair again. He'd put on a tux. A tux! Shined his shoes- even shaved his face real good. He was nervous. He sighs, hand raising as he looks at your door. Heart racing - he knocks. He was 10 minutes early, but he couldn't very well wait a moment more. Not when he had so much planned in winning you over tonight. To give into the feelings that he'd had for you since you'd met years back. Flowers grasped in one hand- your favorite, he swallows down his nerves. And then.. You open the door. His jaw drops, and he knows he's staring... shocked. You had dressed up too. His face burns, he closes his jaw. Trying to find words, anything but the speechless mess you'd just made of him. Well..Merde..damn cher...ya look. Guest-..wow. he clears his throat. His usual charm gone, even his flirtatious smile as his cheeks and ears turn redder.