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1. Zexion stared through the screen door, in awe at the girl he saw before him. She was brushing her mid-length hair and was humming to herself absent-mindedly. The television was on in the living room she stood in, but she didn't seem to have been watching it. Zexion's hand fell limp at his side from when it was raised to knock, and he realized just how simply...beautiful she was.
Naminé turned toward him and smiled, not at all surprised to see him there. Zexion felt heat rise to his cheeks, but smiled back at her.
2. Their dinner was quiet, but they both admitted they enjoyed it. Shared spaghetti in the candlelight, it was so simple it worked perfectly for the two of them.
We are alike in similar ways, Naminé thought, we both keep to ourselves and delight in the simple things in life. After dinner, Zexion took her hand and they strolled through a small park nearby. The moon and stars were out, and they stopped and sat on a bench to gaze up at them.
"You know what this reminds me of, Zexion?"
"Mm?" He responded, his eyes leaving the sky.
"Lady and the Tramp."
They chuckled. "Yes, I suppose you're right." Zexion added.
"Except one thing."
"Which is?"
"Well, we're not dogs, for one..."
Zexion smirked.
"...And you're no tramp."
"Come on, Nam. I live in a trailer park, I work at a greasy old diner, and I barely make enough to pay the bills, my dad's a drunk, my mom-"
Naminé silenced him, putting a finger to his lips. "And you're still a classic gentleman to me. You may not have a high-class life, but you're enough for me." She responded, giving a smile.
3. "Your move."
Naminé tapped a finger on her lip, thinking hard. Zexion had taught her how to play chess, and the two were seated in a quiet corner of the library. Finally deciding on a move, even though Zexion could beat her senseless, she took her turn.
"Check?" She asked, not sure. Zexion nodded and scanned the board with his eyes. Then he smirked and Naminé knew she'd lost.
Zexion deftly took the knight in his slender piano-player's fingers and moved it directly in front of her king.
"Check mate."
Naminé sighed. Zexion chuckled and said, "I'm sorry."
"It's fine." She said, standing up and helping him put away the pieces into his case. Once they were finished, Zexion intertwined his fingers with hers, and they left the library, perhaps to get ice cream, like they did every Wednesday afternoon.