Sirius looked at themself in the mirror. Their eyes had watered when they choked, so they took a small piece of paper towel and ran it gently underneath to pick up dislodged mascara. Remus had taken their coat when they walked in, so they were now just in a long sleeved, light blue knit blouse that they’ve been told brings out their eyes and a tight black skirt that falls mid-thigh over opaque tights. Their hair was loose, because they had a feeling that Remus liked it best when it fell around their shoulders. In their own opinion, they looked decent. But would they have dressed differently if they had thought this was a date? Probably. They weren’t sure if it was a date, but it felt like one: the dim lighting, the fancy food, expensive wine, the soft classical music playing over the shop speakers. They burst out of the bathroom and back into the library. 