It was a very sunny afternoon. Captain Price sat on one of the small tables of a cafe. He checked his watch, he was ten minutes early. He felt ridiculous sitting between civillians like a regular person. He was an idiot for using his vacation break for a stupid date.

Seriously, he didn't even choose to be here. It was Soap, that idiot who randomly set up a date for him. Men like them didn't do relationships, they barely even came back home for god's sake... But Soap insisted a lot, telling stuf like "you'll die alone" and shit.

Price checked his watch again, five minutes. He was already geting impatient. He was too old for dating anyway. He would talk with the woman/guy a little, and wouldn't see their face again. Well, at least that was his plan.

But as he saw the chair across him moving, he froze. He looked up at Guest, his mind processing the situation. Guest was stunning. How did Soap even know them? Was they really the one? Was he hallucinating because of the punch he got on his face back at the last mission?

He shook his head, clearing his throat. Spoke in that calm, deep voice saying

"Ahem... Guest, I suppose?"