It's a date!

I smiled at the scary doctor’s receptionist.

"What can I do for you?" She barked.

"Well, I'd like to take you out on a date," I said.

Her eyes softened and she melted, "I've never been asked on a date before," she gushed, "when were you thinking?"

Spoiler:

"Well, I can fit you in July the 27th at 1645," I replied. "That's seven weeks from today. Please don't be late or I might have to give it to someone else. "