We'd known each other for years now. We were co-workers at the office. We would pester each other until we could pester no more. I think we might have gotten into more battles in the office than we actually did our work. Despite this, everyone would tell me we were perfect for each other. Heaven help any children they made it sound like we would have.

I didn't know whether or not to accept the 'gift'. All of them seemed to put in a lot of work to get this for us. I certainly didn't want to refuse, although I didn't really know what they had going on in their heads. I looked over to him, and he had the same expression. Defeat.

"Tell me again, why are we doing this?" he asked me. Despite the fact that he felt he was the man, so he should be the one driving, I insisted that it was not a date, so those type of things didn't apply to us.

"What do you mean by that? It's not like we decided on it together. I chose to go because they put so much work into buying us these tickets," I said, making a turn into the exit lane.

"Are you sure it's not because you're madly in love with me, and you couldn't resist a date with the man you've been pining for?" a dark smirk became his smile, and I grunted.

"Yeah, that's it, that's why I came," I answered sarcastically, rolling my eyes. "Get a life. Why did you come, anyway? I'm sure you don't have the heart to accept an offer like this just because of hard work of our co-workers."

"You really want to know the reason I came?" he asked, flickering his eyes like a thirteen year old girl trying to catch the attention of her crush.

"Not if you're going to go into romance mode," I dismissed him. I wasn't going to fall for that stupid trick.

"There's no fooling you, is there?" he shook his head, glancing out his side window. "The Lakers are playing as the visitors."

"I see, so you're a fan of LA," I decided, making a turn into Main st.

"How ever did you guess? Was it the decorations on my desk or the many times I've watched their games at work?" he laughed at me, and I laughed too. I guess we got along every once in a while. I was sure it wouldn't last.

"I happen to be one myself. I just don't really get obsessed like you men do," I told him, pulling into the parking lot.

"We aren't obsessed. You women just don't pay attention enough to the joys of life. All you do is waste time piling on makeup, painting nails, and having emotional break downs. Don't get me wrong; you women can get nice and beautiful for us, but that's all you can do for us."

"Way to be sexist," I scoffed, turning off the car. He began to set his hand on the door to open it, but failed when I locked the doors.

"It's not being sexist. It's stating the truth."

"Roy, our boss is female," I reminded him, tucking the keys into my purse.

"Women may have better work ethic, but like I said, it doesn't really get them anywhere. They may be able to do man's work, but men can still do it better," he shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not trying to disrespect women. We couldn't survive without them. But they shouldn't be out doing dirty work. They should be respected for their charm, their beauty, their grace. They should be treated like fragile glass, like they are. Dainty things, women are," he began to slow down as he spoke. He turned his head to face me instead of the window.

"While men should be respected for their work, their muscles, their car. They should be treated like tough guys, like they are. Am I following?" I raised a brow, folding my arms over my chest. I couldn't win. Guys with these views about women couldn't have their minds changed, and I knew that. But at least he didn't think women were nothing. At least he thought they should be respected, even if not for the things I wished. Although, it was sort of a complement, in a way. I would pretend that it didn't offend me, for his sake.

"And their income," he finished for me. It was silent for a few moments, until I broke it.

"You know, not all women are graceful, beautiful creatures," I reminded him.

"Not to me. But there is someone for everyone, whether or not we know it," he said.

He was confusing me incredibly. Was he sexist, or did he just respect women on a different level? I couldn't quit tell.

"Do you think there is someone out there for me? Someone that treats me like fragile glass? Someone to treat you like a tough guy?" I asked, and at the time, didn't even realize that we were slowly getting closer to each other.

"Perhaps, there could be someone for you. Someone to respect you for your charm," he said, our faces inches apart.

It became very clear to me, just that suddenly, what was going on. It occurred to me, that I was inside a dark, locked car, sitting next to the man I supposedly detested, and was seconds from getting into some trouble that I knew I didn't want to get into. Not only did I need to keep up my standards, but especially with a man I was going to regret later. It didn't seem right.

And then I realized, just why this was happening. How could I have been so blind; so gullible?

We were milliseconds apart when I whispered venomously, "Don't ever try this again; not with me."

My hand reached for the lock and I opened the door, slamming it rather viciously. With my purse in my hand, I stepped quickly toward the entrance of the building. I heard the door from my car close, followed by quick footsteps. "Why, exactly, are you still following me? I don't find joy in going to basketball games with guys taking advantage of my female emotions."

His hand reached for mine, and missed the first time when I dodged it. But the second time I wasn't so lucky. "It was just.. a little test," he started to laugh.

"Why are you laughing? Last time I checked, it's not funny to toy with my feelings," I spat, but was unable to take my hand away.

"I didn't think of it as toying with your girlish feelings. I only wanted to test out.. well.. never mind, that's not the point. I didn't mean to hurt you," he explained. I was too frustrated to press on what it was he wanted to test out.

"Didn't mean to hurt me? Why would it hurt me? I'm not hurt. I just don't like.. never mind. Just don't do it again, okay?" I didn't face him while I finally gave up trying to get away from his hand. At first I didn't realize exactly why I was so mad, but I soon understood that it was because I'd been tricked into thinking that I wanted to kiss a man I thought I despised, and I'd been tricked into thinking he was feeling the same way. Whether it was him or not, I didn't need anyone playing with me to get a reaction out of me. That didn't float my boat.

"Like you said. The others worked hard to get us here. I don't understand why, but let's just make them happy and have a good time," he said, letting go of my hand. I'm sure he was sure I wouldn't leave this time.

"Just don't.. tease me. Let me keep my dignity," I let a small smirk on as I looked back at him. "I'm fragile, remember?"

He laughed, and we walked into the building. I'd try to get along with him, for this night.

The crowd was much bigger than I'd expected. While I really felt like being as far from him as possible, I was shoved plenty of times into his arm, and he didn't seem to have a problem with me being so close. I knew that if some creep was going to come up to me, pulling my thin jacket tighter around me wasn't going to stop them, but I still did. It made me feel a bit more safe.

When we made it to the stadium, we spotted our seats. While I didn't feel the need for it, I allowed him to me a gentleman for me and stand before I sat down in my seat. He sat beside me, and soon after the basketball game began.

I'd never been a real big basketball fan. But it was surprisingly fun. The Lakers were in the lead at the end of the first quarter. The game was going slower than normal, because the game was on live television. There were way more timeouts and giveaways than normal.

" I'll bet they'll stay in the lead until the last quarter, and then they'll crash and lose the game," I said, looking up at the big screen.

"My Lakers wouldn't let me down like that," he shook his head.

"Would you like to bet on that?"

His eyes started to get all bright and shiny. I was talking his language now. "Fifty bucks says they'll win."

"You're on," I shook his hand, and then we laughed.

"I never took you to be a gambler. You threaten you'll have our heads if we do it in the office," he glanced at me after he checked the score boards.

"We aren't in the office, are we?" I looked to the court as I said this, but I could feel his eyes on me. He was confused, and I could tell. "Just because I behave in the office doesn't mean that I don't like to get out and have a bit of fun. I have a bit of edge."

"Edge, huh?"

"Yes, edge. I thought that's one of those traits you men call 'sexy', am I wrong?" I asked playfully, not really expecting any answer back aside from a playful one.

"No, you aren't wrong. We men like it. We like it a lot," he said, the look in his eye similar to that of the look he gave in the car. I didn't answer, but looked down to the game.

Half time came around quicker than I would have liked. The team dancers went on the floor, and I wondered what it would be like to be glamorous. I wondered if that would add to the edge. Then I stopped wondering.

He looked up to the screen and busted out laughing. Curious, I glanced up to. It was hardly amusing, yet a cheap way to get couples closer.

On the screen was a large heart shape, and in the middle was the actual video recording. The camera man was pointing his camera to random couples, and on the big screen everyone would see them kiss. I wondered if that would ever happen to me. I wondered if it would happen tonight. Then I stopped wondering. But it was apparent that he'd been wondering the same thing.

"Wouldn't that be crazy if it went over here?" he asked, glancing over to me.

I rolled my eyes, clearly not entertained, even if I had been thinking exactly the same thing. "No, it would not be. It would simply be awful."

"You have to admit, I'm tempting," he flirted, but I wouldn't have any of it.

"Save it. I came here to watch a game, not be enchanted by my enemy," I glared at him.

"Way to blow the mood. I don't get you! You just care and care about everyone else in the office, but outside of it, all you want is to do what you want. Would you just pick one already?"

"I'm only here because everyone at work wanted me to be. Maybe you could stop being so selfish and actually try thinking about someone else for a change," I was plain frustrated. How could he have a problem with me wanting time for myself and time for others?

"Just stop acting so selfish! We both know you just want to make it seem like you actually want to be here," he told me. We were both on the edge of our seats. Some people were looking at us.

"Why don't you just grow up and stay out of everyone else's business?"

"Why don't you just try to enjoy the years you have young and care about yourself for real!?"

Then the guy behind us tapped on Roy's shoulder.

"What!?" we both yelled as we turned our heads to him. He pointed at the screen, and there we were, in the middle of that heart.

I looked at Roy and he looked at me. As much as I hoped that maybe we were to angry…

He took my face into his hands with a gentle quickness, and then our lips met. I'd expected to pull away and slap the poor man; to leave the stadium in embarrassment. Instead, my hands found his shoulder and the kiss intensified. I wondered if our fight had been on the screen, because everyone was wooping and hollering for us. I wondered how long this would last. And then I stopped wondering.

We paused for a moment, pulling away just for an inch. His eyes were full of that same passion from the car, and I wondered if maybe mine looked the same way. Our expressions switched to a smile, and everyone cheered again.

I wondered if we would be a couple after this. I wondered if he was the right match for me. And then I stopped wondering and kissed him without a care in the world.