Truthfully, Stefan can't remember the last time that he went on a date. It must've been before the Uprising - before everything went to hell in a handbasket - but he tugs on a blazer over his t-shirt and jeans, just to look a little nice for the occasion.

Before knocking on her door, he exhales slowly. It's just a date. One night to forget about his medical work, one night to maybe feel human again, and one night to enjoy a special room service picnic with an equally special woman.

(Wealth has never been Stefan's concern, not when he had invested his family's fortune as wisely as he could - he didn't need the Garcia's power or influence, though he wouldn't outright deny it either.)

"Hey, Maggie," he says as he rushes into her arms. "Can I come in?"