Rick Grimes, clad in a dark blue long sleeve button-down shirt, dark blue jeans, and boots, patiently waited at the bar for his date to arrive. He had no idea who she was, what she did for a living, and what she looked like and it was making his nervous.

"First date?" The bartender - who was cleaning some glasses - asked him.

"Blind date." He corrected.

"Even better." The bartender said and they shared a laugh. "Here, on the house." He said, passing Rick a shot of tequila.

"Thanks." Rick replied as he downed the drink. He made a face, he wasn't expecting it to be this strong. He coughed a few times, his face turning bright red.

"For luck." The bartender said as he walked away from Rick and towards his other customers. Rick took a deep breath to calm himself down, despite it being a blind date, he didn't want to look like he was having an allergic reaction.

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Michonne got out of her Uber, she was a few minutes late, but here nonetheless. She wasn't expecting much from her date with the infamous Rick Grimes. She took out her neutral pink lipstick from her coat pocket and applied another coat before entering the restaurant.

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Rick frowned when he saw her enter the restaurant and almost scowled when she made eye contact with him. I'm gonna kill Shane when I see him. He thought. He didn't date girls like Michonne; girls who thought that they were better than others because they came from money. He beckoned for the bartender to give him another shot.

"Already?" The bartender chuckled.

"I'm gonna need it." He said dryly. The bartender raised his eyebrows, but said nothing. Instead, he grabbed a larger glass started to make it a double. He stopped pouring when he saw the woman who was approaching the bar.

"Hi, Rick." She said with as much calm as she could muster.

"Hey." He said, glaring at the bartender, telepathically telling him to hurry up with his drink.

"Should we get to our table?" She asked him, adjusting the strap of her light pink purse on her shoulder.

He threw some cash on the counter and turned to face her. "Lead the way." He said sarcastically. If Michonne had caught his sarcasm, she didn't make a point to bring it up which both annoyed and impressed Rick seeing as she was always complaining about one thing or another, especially about her hair. It does look nice though, he thought as she made her way to the front of the house. Rick watched as she walked with poise and grace, probably from her years as a pageant princess, he thought with a roll of his eyes. He took a sip of his drink when they arrived at their temporary destination.

"Excuse me?" She asked one of the hostesses. "We have a reservation for two tonight."

The waitress looked flustered. "Okay, I'll be right back!" She said, running off.

"It seems busy tonight." She said to no one in particular. The restaurant was, indeed, packed. The majority of the tables were filled with older couples and girlfriends. The restaurant's ambiance made her feel at ease and out of place. The latter because she was on a date with a man she didn't know, but had heard a lot of. She wondered what he thought of her, probably not anything good seeing as it was Lori who had set the date up. God, I hate her sometimes. She frowned a bit before regaining her composure however, Rick had noted the brief emotion and clenched his jaw. Michonne sighed a small sigh.

"Does that bother you?" He asked her after a few minutes of silence.

She looked up to him, confused. Her doe eyes pouring into his blue ones in question. "No, why?"

"Never mind." He quickly said, unable to find the words to properly respond to her. Her eyes lingered on his until the hostess came back to the front of the house.

"Follow me!" She said more confidently to Michonne who, once again, smiled back at her. Rick downed the rest of his drink and left it on one of the dirty tables.

"Here we are." The blonde said putting two menus on the table. "Your waiter will be right with you; have a good night!" She finished as she walked away, leaving the awkward duo behind.

Michonne removed her dark brown Burberry coat and placed it on the seat next to her. Rick tried not to ogle at the figure before him, but he couldn't help it. Apparently, neither could the men around her. Her strapless red dress hugged her curves perfectly, and the puffed sleeves - or what Rick thought to be sleeves - made her already small frame smaller to the eye. She sat down and he almost regretted not getting up and pulling her chair out for her.

She opened her menu. "I think this will be an interesting evening, Mr. Grimes."