"Lancer?" Her blond eyebrow perked up as she viewed the male that stood at her doorstep, well, more like watched him from a very short stature.
"Saber." The smile on his lips was enough to have any girl's heart race, but definitely not hers.
"What brings you here?" She acknowledged the nickname he had purposed a rather long while ago (in return she would call him Lancer). A step back was enough to lower the aching angle at which she looked up at him from, the tilt in her head was already hurting her neck and she preferred to not physically be looked down upon.
He chuckled a little embarrassed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Actually," he began, "I wanted to ask you something important."
"Important?" She lowered her gaze to look at the time on her thick watch. "Must be, it's ten in the evening and there's school tomorrow." It was meant to scold him for coming to her house so late in the evening just for a simple question.
"I..." Her eyes seemed to make him change his original statement, "Operation Barbarossa was a failure, right?" He tilted his head to the right, making the black lock of hair -that did not obey the rest -fall over the beauty mark under his right eye.
"Yes, it was a failure because of the harsh Russian Winter. How can you forget that? Not only did we have an entire lesson on it, but there's a test tomorrow." She sighed loudly and rubbed her temple.
Another innocent chuckle slipped from the gap between his firm lips "Right, thank you."
She blinked up at him and then asked, "Why did you feel the need to come here? I mean, you could have called. Why waste your time in coming?" A small pale hand flew to scratch her head.
"I also needed to give you something." He always held some sort of happy an innocent smile on his lips, it almost seemed loving.
"Could it not have waited until tomorrow?" Her emerald orbs blinked a couple of times, shutting them for longer than a second.
He gave a small disapproval with his head. "No, Saber, it couldn't." There it was again; the nickname. His hand was extended and a small note lay in his pale white palm.
She looked upon it cautiously and eyed the male every once in a while. She hesitantly reached out her hand and took the note from his palm. Their hands only skimmed as she retracted her own.
"Ah," his voice paused her from opening the small folded piece of paper, "you may not open it until I leave."
"Uh... Alright?" Her brows knitted together as she enclosed her hand on the note, clasping it tightly in her palm.
"Goodnight, Arturia." Now this smile was more radiant and confident than his previous ones, and her name lingered on his lips as he had gazed upon her.
"Goodnight, Lancer." She watched as he turned to leave, she could have sworn a light tint of rose red dusted his cheeks as he had gone.
Upon his absence, she followed instructions and opened the small ivory white piece of paper.
Movies and dinner on Friday?