*This is really happening isn’t it?* Maxwell though, as he stared at a small slip of paper that he found tucked into his top hat. It was a note, that explained the he was in the human world, because he had been selected for some sort of blind date thing. Leave it to Max to do things half-assed, he didn’t bother reading to much into the note, he just knew he had to be at the park by 3pm. The young shinigami glanced over at the clock next to him, it’s face flashing 2:45 in a faded neo red. “crap” Maxwell sprung from the bed, luckily for him, someone had taken into account his lazy nature and he was pre-dressed when he woke up.
The thought of someone undressing him, and then redressing him while he was unconscious, was an odd thing but, he didn’t bother with it, so long as it didn’t impair him or mess him up in any way, he was fine. Maxwell peared down at the watch on his wrist, the time was now 2:55, and he was almost to the park, and better yet, just a few feet before him was a flower vender. *wow I really need to know who set this up* he thought, who ever it was, did a really good job of placing him close enough to the meeting spot, and placing the necessities in his path.
Finally Maxwell reached the park and found an empty bench. He say down and pulled his top hot over his eyes, now all he had to do was wait. Maxwell, was dressed in a white dress shirt, with the sleeves rolled up, a black pinstripe vest, a pair of plain jeans, and black dress shoes, he even had his top hat. The young shinigami sat slouched in the bench, with a bouquet of red roses in his hand.