Queenie poured the coffee her mind wondering, having spent the better part of a year making it for the men upstairs it all became second nature. She hummed preparing the several cups adding sugar and milk bouncing on the balls of her feet.

She couldn't wait to get off work. She would have just enough time to stop by the post office, run home and change and meet Jacob. He was taking her out tonight. To the dance hall. She bit her lips in a smile. She loved dancing and after the bakery closed and they were cleaning up he would turn on the phonograph he had bought and the two would dance around all night. This time though she'd get to wear a nice new dress and he won't be to his elbows in flour.

'Would you like to go to dinner…Can I take you out to dinner…I'm going to the new place on 8th avenue, would you like to join…'

A sinking embarrassment fell over her as she sat the spoon down. She didn't even have to look up to know Abernathy was heading her way. She had been aware of his crush on her since the beginning but since receiving a promoting his confidence had jumped and he had attempted to ask her out.

Attempted being the key word, she had always managed to throw a wrench in his plans before he asked. 'Tina and I are taking a trip to DC 'or 'I don't like fish or the smell.' She had hoped that by blowing off his advances it would make him lose interest or take the numerus coincidences as a sign of not met to be.

"Queenie! How are you today?" 'Greens very pretty on her.'

"Oh, just another day, after everything that happened this past December it's all been rather quite." 'Tell her about your job promotion, that's exciting.'

"Well I recently got put on the Grindelwald case. Don't mention this to anyone but I was the one who locked up his wand and personal effects when he was first arrested. I'm one of just four people who knows where they're at."

"Oh, you really shouldn't be telling me this then." Queenie looked down at the coffee with a grimace she had met the comment as simple he shouldn't be telling her this information but hearing the excited stammering in his head, he had mistaken her words as interest, flirting.

He leaned forward, "Don't worry Queenie I know I can trust you." She took a step back picking up the coffee tray and holding it very firmly in front of her.

"Well I should be getting a move on with this coffee, you know how Paul can get." Abernathy laid his hands over her holding unto the tray, Queenie's face fell.

"I was wondering…

"Funny story, last night I was walking my dog and somehow she got tangled up in my legs I ended up spraining my ankle."

"What?"

"Yea last night I ah sprained my ankle, had to use some potions to get the swelling to go down but its still a little tender."

"Oh, I…I didn't know you had a dog."

"…Ah he's new. Well I better be going." She pulled away the tray and headed up to the offices limping as she did.

By the time Queenie got off from work, her dogs name was Tilly and she was a brown Pomeranian. Several office workers had told her to take a break and give time for her ankle to heal while others had offered some old family potions recipes to help. She had run into Abernathy twice since the lie, but he seemed to have lost his bravo.

She felt bad, more so when she read his mind. Abernathy wasn't a bad guy, and rarely did he ever think inappropriately about her in her presents unlike some of the men she had to work with. But she couldn't tell him she was seeing someone. If anyone found out she was dating a no-maj there would be an uproar, particular for her as a woman dating a no-maj man, most would be even less forgiven.

Filling the last bit of paper work Queenie grabbed her summer jacket and limped out of the office. When she was a few blocks away she stopped, taking a moment to crack her ankle amazed at how sore it had become by pretending it was sore.

She didn't waste time at the post office sending out a few letters and picking up the weekly mail. The tidy cursive mixed with large ink deposits of where he pressed to hard into the paper caught her eye. It was another letter from Newt address to Tina. Queenie puckered her lips feeling the letter. It was rather thick, the two of them had been writing back and forth for months now on more then one occasion she had heard Tina's thoughts about him, about visiting him in London, considering he had been put on a travel ban it was the only way. It was odd seeing her sister so infatuated but exciting giving her advise on what to write and the two of them talking all night about the possibilities.

With the last of her errands ran she rushed back home to get ready. She left Tina's mail, Newts letter front and center on the kitchen table. Kicking off her shoes she waved her wand and filled a bucket with hot water. Grabbing a towel, she began cleaning her hair in the sink, she also shaved her legs feeling the dress she would be waring wouldn't go well with stockings.

Just as she had dumped the dirty water out Tina came in through the door. "You go mail Tinnie." She said with a tease.

Tina's eyes lit up. 'Newt?! Don't read my mind.' Queenie just laughed as her sister gathered her mail.

"I'm going to go finish getting ready." She said heading to her room.

Tina looked up at her. 'Jacob? Don't you think this risk your taking is going a little far?' Queenie shut the door, she had said not to read her mind, so she was going to pretend she hadn't heard her. Pulling out her wand she arranged all her cosmetics out onto her vanity. The dress he had chosen last night was light blue with white beading and fringe. It fell just past her knees and while having a straight pencil line frame was preferred, she had brought it in to give more dimension to her waist. She gave a twirl watching the dress flutter in the mirror.

Biting her lip her lip she started getting her face ready, Jacob would be finishing up with the after-work crowd and be closing, she didn't want to have him wait in the lobby to long.

Queenie stood in the entrance way fiddling with her purse. Mrs. Esposito stood with her, her arms crossed with her face stern. 'That dress is much to short and the neckline…today's young women…. what is the world coming to?'

She rolled her eyes, Mrs. Esposito was an older women, owner and caretaker of the house. Like most women her age she felt the fashion and new-found freedom of women to be an attack on true values and morals. Queenie couldn't blame the women in her young years corsets and chaperoned dates were the typical. Queenie had a vague memory of her father telling her how he came a calling to their mother and during the whole afternoon didn't see her once but after leaving his card he received a call the next day about a walk in the park.

There was a knock on the door, Mrs. Esposito moved to open it. Jacob stood on the other side his hair slicked back and his mustached trimmed. He held a small bouquet of flowers and a paper bag. "Mis. Esposito, I brought you a lemon poppy seed loaf, very popular this time a year." He handed her the bag. "Queenie you look very lovely, you put these flowers to shame." She gave a bright smile taking them.

"Thank you."

Mrs. Esposito cleared her throat, "Now you both know the rules by now. This door locks at 10 pm, if you aren't her by then your sleeping on the streets and no men are allowed beyond this lobby, I also won't tolerate you coming home drunk, it's against the law now. Do you both understand?"

"Of course, Mrs. Esposito everything I do reflects back on you and your home. We'll be off." Queenie hooked her arm around Jacobs and the two head out. The streets were crowed many finishing errands and going home others like themselves meeting up to have a fun night out.

'She doesn't seem to like me very much.'

"She likes you, it's me she doesn't like. She thinks I'm using you."

"Using me?" 'Because your so much better than me.'

"Jacob! That's not true."

"Darling, you're a beautiful witch who just read my mind and I'm a baker, tell me that's not a definition of better than." He had whispered the word witch but gave her one of his side smiles as he spoke.

Queenie wrinkled her nose. "Well she doesn't know about the witch or mind reading part so it rather insulting that she sees me as a gold-digger." Jacob patted her hand.

"Let her make quick and harsh judgments, its got no bearing on our relationship, and it changes nothing about you. I know you're a kind talented witch, with a love for baking and zest for life, and I also know that you love me just as I love you." Queenie rested her head on his shoulder lacing her fingers in with his. She could read the truth behind his words, feel the strength of them and the emotion.

They had made it to the dance hall just a few blocks down the road. There was already a line and the jazz blasted onto the streets. Queenie clicked her heels giddiness coming over her, she had never gone dancing to a no-maj hall before, never seen a no-maj radio, she was completely submerging herself in the no-maj life. She bit her lips as Jacob paid taking her hand the two entered.

***This story is suppose to bridge Queenie's characterization from the first movie to the second, a sort of explanation of why she made the decision she did. I was thinking it was going to be maybe two chapters but I'm looking at four or five right now but well see. Let me know what you think and check out my tumblr sskinner155***