Ludwig had thrown on this jacket and that jacket, looking for the best one to go with the slacks he was wearing. On one hand, this was only a bar, and not a greatly fancy one at that, but on the other hand he was going to be going in with a very beautiful girl, so he should attempt to look his best, so go with the sport's jacket.
But what if she thought he was trying too hard, or was overly dressed? He always fretted this way when going out with little known company, but the fact that she was, well, to be honest, a she, magnified the situation a bit. Not only that, but it was a Sort-of-Date, which meant it could become a Date, or even a First Date, and since he had never had the last two, he had to shape up for the occasion.
He still had no idea where they were meeting. It had been bugging him all day; he remembered that it was supposed to be in front of his room, or hers.
But then he heard a knock on the door. He walked over and looked through the tiny hole to see who was at the door--Halimeda!
With sudden inspiration and a hatched plan he threw his jacket back into his room and watched it land on the bed. Once he got a good look at what she was wearing, he could grab whatever one fit.
He composed himself as he unlatched and opened up the door. "Good evening," he said, and smiled as he had practiced earlier that day.
