AUTHOR'S NOTE: As I am sadly lacking the knowledge of what the Ian/Amy ship is called, I shall have to resort to simply calling them by their respective names. This piece takes place right after the Cahills VS Vespers series. This chapter is third person, Amy's P.O.V.
"Amy?"
Amy jumped about a foot into the air.
"Ian?" she managed.
Ian looked down at the carpet, hands twisting nervously. "I'm sorry- didn't mean to startle you- are you all right?"
Amy could barely refrain from rolling her eyes. "Yes, Ian, I'm all right. What's up?"
Ian shifted his weight apprehensively from foot to foot. "Erhm- I rather hoped we could- ah- meet outside the mansion tomorrow? For a picnic? Tomorrow evening?"
"That- that sounds nice," Amy replied carefully, struggling to control her stutter. "Is- is this me and Dan, or-"
"No, I- well, I suppose Daniel could come too, but I'd hoped it would be-"
He made a somewhat embarrassed gesture with his hands, indicating the two of them. Amy blushed.
"Oh," she managed.
"Is that a yes?"
"Um, I guess so… Yeah, sounds good. Nellie can make the food, if-"
"That's all right," Ian declined. "No, I can take care of it. I suppose I'll see you then?"
"I guess so…"
"Wonderful," Ian said briskly, turning around to leave. "Until tomorrow night, then?"
"I guess so," Amy repeated for the third time, and then, feeling like an idiot, added, "Looking forward."
Ian smiled at her and departed.