[For John]

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Robin had made sure she was looking absolutely rocking and that she had brought it for the date, not even going home to change so much as ducking from the Clinic to the washroom and putting on a thin-strapped red number before heading to the kitchen to meet up with her date. And okay, yes, she was a bit late and it was because she was reading porn with Barney, but come on, who needed to know that.

She sidled into the room, hopping into a pair of sandals and beaming. "Hi, sorry I'm late, had to get ready. We're good? Ready to go?"

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His suit jacket discarded on the back of a nearby chair, John was making pasta and meatballs, having promised the little blond woman that he would clean up after himself. Her accent had almost reminded him of home.

"We're at our marks," he said, looking over his shoulder at Robin. "Wow. With that dress, you're gonna make me feel under-dressed."

The clothes box had seen fit to give him a vest, which he was wearing with his suit pants from home, a clean white shirt, a black tie.

It was a start.