Charles is 99% sure that Erik does not like him. He’s been fidgeting all dinner, he’s ordered the smallest dishes on the menu, and he doesn’t seem interested in carrying on a conversation at all. This is the last time Charles is ever going to let Raven set him up with one of her work colleagues again, Charles thinks a bit moodily as he sips his wine to avoid Erik’s eyes. He should’ve known it would go badly the instant Erik had picked him up. He’d opened the door, and Erik had stopped fiddling with his phone and looked up, eyes narrowing immediately when they took in Charles’ appearance. The sheer judgment in his eyes had made Charles nearly slam the door again, instantly paranoid that his tie was crooked or, horror of horrors, he’d forgotten to put pants on. But he’d forced himself to smile and say hello and then climb into Erik’s car, which was a nice four-door sedan, old but well-kept.The drive to the restaurant had been awkward and quiet.