Hellboy was nervous. In fact, he wasn't sure the last time he'd been this nervous. He had a date. He had a date with a gorgeous blonde and it scared the crap out of him. He couldn't figure out one single reason why she'd be going on a date with him. He was wearing a pair of black leather pants, a black tee shirt and his black boots. He had his father's rosary looped through one of the belt loops on his pants and even though he felt naked without it, he'd left his gun behind. He also had his long brown coat on. Mostly because it made him feel like he had something to hide in in public. He had a half smoked Cuban cigar clamped between his teeth and he was currently pacing a little in front of Jill's door. He had a small bouquet of red roses in his right hand because he'd gone to Angel and they'd talked briefly (ie grunted and grumbled then muttered some). Basically, Hellboy had gotten out of the conversation that girls liked flowers. So he had flowers. He finally took a deep breath and knocked lightly on her door then waited for her to open it.