If Walt has learned some important things while being a marine, one of them certainly is: Be careful who you trust. So yeah, he probably should've said "Fuck no!" when this guy claiming to be Cupid approached him, telling Walt he'd set him up for a blind date.

He'd thought about this carefully and then had come to the conclusion that what the hell, it wasn't going to get him killed.
Sure, if this whole thing didn't work out, it would be awkward seeing the person (Walt hoped to God that it was a female, and not some butch dude Cupid had set him up with for fun), but he'd be alright.

Along with telling him about this blind date, Cupid had also given him directions to a little place on the beach he'd prepared; all Walt had to do was show up on time.

Couldn't be too hard, you'd think now. After some struggle with the clothes box, Walt had finally gotten ready and on his way to the beach. When he gets to the beach, seeing what Cupid had done for them, Walt almost believes the dude: while he might not be able to use his wings anymore, he sure can work his magic in his own way.

There were candles, flowers, some wine, as it appeared, food, and even a blanket so they wouldn't have to sit on the sand.

"Shit, that's impressive," Walt mumbles, waiting for his date to arrive.

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