Under Wraps Alba Alba was a bit confused on why he was here in the first place. Well, actually, he was only a bit perplexed. He knew Sara had been trying to set him up with people for a while, but he had really thought she had given up at this point. After all, he never really took to any of the people she introduced to him; they weren't really his type, after all. It had been a few months since her last try, around the time he had told her that he accepted that he and his cat, Gyro, were going to be the only ones living in his house, ever. Obviously she hadn't given up, though, as she had randomly sent him a place and a time, and told him to be there. So, here he was, sitting at a booth and checking his phone. He was pretty sure that he was either early, later, or the other guy was late. It was one of those three. He wasn't particularly sure which. But that was fine, he had worse. He could wait five minutes for....WHOEVER this was to arrive. He wasn't that impatient, after all. He's a artist! He's bound to have patients out the wazoo. Or, whatever that saying was. He was pretty sure it was wazoo. But, the point was, Alba was perfectly content playing flappy bird for the next hour, if he was completely honest. He wouldn't be bored if the guy never showed, and he wouldn't be disappointed because he didn't KNOW him. He didn't even know if he was hot, really. He knew it was a he, though. That was it. That was all Sara had given him to work with.