Finnian Coney

*You enter the cafe where you're supposed to meet your date. You look around but don't see anyone with a grey rose so you decide to wait in line to order. As you get to the front someone taps you on the shoulder. It's a tall man with dark hair, hazel eyes hidden behind glasses and holding a grey rose.* I'm sorry, can I order ahead of you? I'm late for a very important date.*