Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my inspiration.
AN: For Syph who gave me the prompt "Chuck E. Cheese."
He watches her with increasing curiosity at the skee ball station. Before each throw she slowly narrows her light brown eyes, staring down the machine not unlike she would a suspect in interrogation. With careful precision she launches the ball forward, up the ramp and over the barriers, into the highest ring. Balls one, two and three drop with a thunk and the machine rings out its approval.
The machine spits out her tickets into his waiting hand. She turns to him with a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth and that mischievous glint in her eye. He knows the "I told you so" will come later, so for right now he smiles and slips his hand into hers as they head to the ticket counter to claim her prize.