A/N: I wrote this in the excitement after the finale (and thank you writers for giving N/S such a perfect ending), So of course spoiler for "The Long Goodbye Job". And Merry Christmas you all!

"So, where are we going?" Sophie slid into the seat beside him, smiling at him with her still teary eyes.

Her cheeks were still a little damp and red, but she had that glow he loved and the glitter in her eyes like she was standing in front of a Van Gogh waiting for her to steal. He knew he was smiling himself, never felt so content and relieved and carefree in the last seven years (or maybe more).

"I don't know," he shrugged, reaching over to wipe off some mascara under her eyes, and enjoyed the warm feeling when she lean into his touch. "Where do you want to go?"

"Oh, that's new." She tilted her head and looked at him with a mocking surprise, hair gently falling around her face, "the Nathan Ford doesn't have a plan."

"Well, I'm not a mastermind now. " he grinned, "And for the last five years, I've figured, I should just give up and listen to you."

"Smart boy." She praised him with a brief kiss. He wanted to deepen it, but she put a finger on his lips and stopped him. "I'll think about the long term plan later, but first thing I need to go to my theater and say goodbye to my students."

"Speaking of theater, I got you something." Nate grabbed a package from back seat and handed to her.

"You got me something beside the ring?" Sophie unwrapped it slowly, and her hand flew to cover her mouth when she saw what's inside, "It...it's a Tony. You got me a Tony Award?"

"Stole it." His mouth quirked, "but yeah, it's for your performance today. It was definitely Tony-worthy."

"You're such a charmer." The smile blossomed in her eyes and he couldn't help but matched hers. "But how did you know I'm gonna do well? You must stole it before I went on the stage."

"Of course I knew you'll be great, Sophie, I have faith in you."

"Aww, Nathan Ford, my longest and most loyal fan, who stole me a Tony from," she held it up and checked the name on it, "Audra McDonald."

"Yeah," He pointed the category to her, "it's from the year she played the student who learned to play Lady MacBeth in Master Class. "

"I didn't know you know theater too." She eyed him in surprise.

"You trained me well." he shrugged, "And another good thing is, she still has four of them, so at least she won't miss this one too much."

Sophie laughed, putting the award carefully into her bag. "You know what, maybe we could move to Broadway, so I can produce, and direct, get my name on New York Times - Ben Brantley raves about Sophie Devereaux's new play, and win me some Tonys."

"Sophie, Sophie," He had to hold up a hand and stop her, "baby steps, ok? Let's get to your theater first."

She sighed dramatically, but didn't argue with him.

When he drove, the night started to fall. They sat in comfortable silence and listened to some old songs softly playing in the radio, letting adrenalin from easier the day worn off.

Then he heard she said beside him. "I'm glad I waited, Nate."

Keeping his left hand firmly on steering wheel and eyes on the road, he reached over and held her hand, the diamond a bit cold against his palm.

There was something well up in his throat when he answered, "I'm glad you did too."