If Poe was a more intelligent man, he might have figured out by now that Something Was Up.

But Poe was not a more intelligent man. He was a flustered, confused man.

He rubbed a hand through his hair and frowned, glancing away.

"It's not weird. I'm kind of doing the same thing. I, uh... I mean, it's going good, I think, but we haven't actually - I haven't technically met him yet. We met online, too. So today was - I don't know, I had this whole date thing planned..." But we was wilting fast. He couldn't do this. Who was he fooling?