Jinx marveled at the ability to multitask that some girls had. They could sweep powder over their faces with one hand, talk on their cell phones with the other, and sing along to music all simultaneously.

She had to accept the fact that she wasn't, nor would she ever be, one of those girls. It just wasn't going to happen. Ignoring the fact that she didn't actually have her own cell phone at the moment, it was hard enough for her to watch the clock and comb her hair out at the same time. There was no way she could balance another activi-

Thump thump thump thump.

Even though the bathroom door was shut (and locked, for Wally was the kind of guy who didn't believe that a closed door meant no, you can't come in and take a shower while I am getting dressed) the pink-haired girl could still hear the four sharp raps on the front door.

"Wally!" she yelled. The door had distracted her, so she was scowling as she rubbed her ear. She had combed over it. See, she was horrible at multitasking. "Get the door! I'm busy!"

Silence. She couldn't tell if he had moved from his spot on the couch or not. He was good at being sneaky sometimes, if he wanted to be sneaky. Jinx assumed he had answered the door.

At least, until she heard more knocks. This time the knocks were arranged in the rhythm of a popular Christmas carol.

"I'm serious! Get the door!"

She wasn't answered with anything but more silence. Fine. She would go get the door herself, if he was going to behave like a child. "Why the hell couldn't you get – " And she stopped talking as she wrenched open the pale blue bathroom door. The couch had been abandoned. Wally wasn't there.

Which was strange. Because their date was supposed to be happening… well, five minutes ago. She had been too busy getting ready to notice the clock, though now as she glanced at the digital clock on the wall (he refused to get an analog clock, stating he was too busy to stop and figure the time that way) she knew she was late.

The girl pressed her cheek to the front door as she gazed out of the peephole. She sighed again, pulling it open. "What are you doing out there?"

He stood there, looking like a grinning fool as his tanned skin contrasted wonderfully with his dark suit. "I'm picking up my date. You look great."

"You didn't even look at me," she protested, her hand tugging down at the hemline of her dress. If you could even call it that. She was used to short skirts, as she wore one as part of her uniform. But this time there weren't any stockings to cover anything. It was just skin.

He sighed, thrusting something out at her. A rose. It figured. She took it from him, briefly bringing it to her nose as she did with all of the roses he gave her. Usually she did it in the privacy of her own room, so he looked a little surprised at the action. "You always look great. I don't have to look."

Though she did catch his blue eyes trailing down and then up her body. "See. You look… great. I told you."

"Mhmm," she said, folding her arms over her chest. He seemed a little dismayed at this, though her scowl made the disappointed look fade quickly. "I thought you were on the couch."

"No, I wanted to do this right."

That surprised her. Although he was clearly romantic with his bundles of red roses and the sticky notes he left her on the bathroom mirror, she hadn't expected him to do things formally.

Especially when he offered her his arm. "Ready to go?"

"Yes," she said, though she had yet to curl her hair. It would just have to deal with hanging down and loose for one night. Jinx hooked her arm through his.

The conversation on the way to the restaurant was normal, to say the least. Polite things like where she was from, what her favorite music was. Although he knew these things already, they were evidently the things he thought a person should ask on a first date.

"You haven't asked me anything," he pursed his lips as his fingers jittered about on his knee. She guessed he wasn't used to riding in taxis. "Do you need help coming up with a question?"

"No," she had a couple of questions on her mind, but she figured they weren't the kind that he would brand as polite. Jinx decided to play nice… the whole evening would go a lot smoother if she cooperated. "What's your favorite movie?"

"The Lion King," he answered without hesitating, without skipping a beat. Only after he had blurted it out did it echo back to his ears. Wally looked over at her, smiling sheepishly. "My favorite Disney movie, I mean. Of course that's not my favorite movie."

"It's fitting," she answered with a small laugh. "You act like a child sometimes. I thought you were supposed to be mature."

"What's wrong with acting like a child sometimes?" he questioned. The taxi lurched to a stop. Before two seconds had passed, Wally had pressed a bill into the driver's palm and opened her door.

She didn't answer him, instead taking his hand as he offered to help her out of the car. "Where are we?" Jinx squinted, her eyes adjusting to the bright light that the streetlight offered.

He grinned, his hands going to his pockets. "We're at a museum."

"Wow. You know how to thrill a girl, don't you?"

He sighed, waving as the taxi pulled away from the curb with a thrum. "Humor me, would you? You agreed to date me – "

"Fake date you."

"Fine. Fake date me. Just trust me." With that, he turned. Walking slower than she had ever seen him move (which was about normal human pace) he began to climb up the steps that led to the dark museum.

"Is this place even open?"

"No."

He didn't elaborate, so she knew she was going to have to poke and prod him if she wanted a satisfactory answer. "You're not breaking in, are you?"

"No," he smiled as he noticed her following him up the steps. "I pulled some strings. People tend to cut you good deals when you're the fastest boy alive."

"I think you might have just given away your secret identity."

"No," he said, reaching the top of the steps before she did. He held the door open anyway, waiting patiently as she took her time ascending the steps. "I said one of my friends needed to use the place and asked if they could leave it open an extra hour or two. Exclusively, I mean. We're not going to be interrupted by some school kids or anything."

She tried not to look impressed by his thoroughness.

Hmm. I kind of like it. What do you guys think of this chapter? (and what do you think of me waiting so long to post it? So sorry!)