"I don't know about that, Jaune." Pyrrha began and took a sip from her cup of coffee. "You know that Nora's the kind of girl who'll really break someone's legs if provoked. If Ren wasn't there to stop her, she would have broken Cardin's legs without even blinking."

Jaune nodded solemnly and took a sip from his own cup of his own coffee, pulling his face away from the paper cup when the scalding-hot liquid touched his tongue and scathed it. "Uh, yeah." He replied, sounding like his tongue was just stung by a winter wasp. He had his recently-scalded tongue stuck out in the hopes that the air would cool it down by at least a bit, but it wasn't working. "And Nora would have gotten kicked out."

"I just can't imagine her being expelled, though." Pyrrha replied, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "She's too nice for that."

Jaune and Pyrrha were both on a paved walk in the CCT Park near its namesake, the Cross-continental Communication Tower. The path paved with terracotta was empty, save for them, a few birds hopping along the pavement, and the occasional jogger with a headset on his head. "Let's sit there." Pyrrha suggested, pointing at a bench under a tree – the perfect amount of sun and shade. "See? Here feels nice. Let's just sit here for a while, my legs ache."

"Pyrrha Nikos, head of her class in Sanctum, has aching legs?" Jaune teased, bringing a pout to Pyrrha's face. He took another sip from the coffee cup in his hand, momentarily forgetting the temperature of the liquid inside. At least he was so rudely reminded of just how hot his coffee was when his tongue was burned a second time.

"Ha! That's what you get for saying stuff like that!" Pyrrha blurted and burst into laughter as Jaune fanned his scalded tongue. In a way, Jaune found it nice, just hearing Pyrrha laugh. "Of course, my legs ache." She continued after her fit of laughter finally died down. "We've been walking for quite some time now. I'm no robot, you know. My legs can only take so much before getting tired."

Pyrrha took her cap off and shook her head a bit, making her braid shake and catch the sun's rays. The light of the sun made her maple hair look like it was on fire. "Today's such a nice day, isn't it?" Pyrrha asked and Jaune nodded. It was a pleasant and quiet weekend morning. The morning sun shone its warmth and light upon Remnant's waking citizens from the bright blue and cloudless skies. A few birds calmly drifted along the heavens and a cool zephyr lazily passed above the ground. "Shame Ren and Nora aren't with us. They would've loved coffee at this time of day."

"And it's usually at this time that Nora's going to eat entire stacks of pancakes nonstop." Jaune continued, drinking from his cup again, but this time the coffee was not as hot as it was earlier.

"This was a good idea from you, going into town in disguise." Pyrrha said as she put her cup of coffee on the bench. "Well, you don't even need to wear a disguise since people wouldn't swarm around you if they saw you, but me, on the other hand…"

Jaune nodded. Pyrrha had to braid her hair and wear glasses and a cap so she could go into Vale City incognito. He thought that Pyrrha looked good in her current style, despite her protests earlier that morning, when Ren and Nora were still asleep and cannot be woken - especially Nora, who slept like an Ursa in the winter. "You'll be fine. No one recognized you earlier, not even Ruby, who was mysteriously up so early, until we told her."

Pyrrha just nodded and continued drinking her coffee. Jaune thought it was weird how people could stand black coffee. It was so bitter. Not even Doctor Oobleck, Beacon's resident caffeine-addicted, coffee connoisseur liked the stuff. But here Pyrrha was, sitting beside Jaune and drinking pure black coffee like nobody's business.

"It's quiet today, isn't it?" Pyrrha said and Jaune glanced at Pyrrha. There was a serene look on her face. Calm, quiet, Jaune found that he liked that look on Pyrrha. It made her look less… ferocious. "I guess it's just us here today. Regularly, this park tends to be filled with people - especially on days like these."

"I don't know about that." Jaune answered and nodded at something a few feet away. Far enough for Pyrrha's eyes to not see clearly, but near enough for her to make out two shapes. She realized that it was Blake and Yang when the figure jogged closer. Apparently, they noticed them.

"Hullo~!" Yang greeted brightly as she stopped her jog abruptly in front of them. "So, what are you two up to today?"

"Eh, nothing much." Jaune answered nonchalantly, taking a sip from his latte after. "What are you two doing?" He remarked after noticing that Yang was carrying Blake on her back. The cat faunus was sitting on the blonde's crossed arms on her back, Blake's legs laced through the spaces between Yang's elbows and her torso.

"Going for an early-morning jog." Blake answered. "Well, Yang's on her early-morning jog, for the most part. I'm just tagging along and sightseeing while she's bringing me places."

"It's amazing how she's almost weightless." Yang beamed and bounced Blake a bit, startling the faunus. "It's like I'm not carrying anything!"

"Well, you're carrying me. Don't forget that." Blake replied and lightly pounded her fist on Yang's head. "Continue your jog, you're still bringing me to the library."

"Oh, come on, Blake. You know I was just kitten around." Yang joked, and Blake just pounded her fist over her head again. "Alright, alright, fine! Tough crowd. See you two!" Yang said and jogged away. Pyrrha and Jaune's gazes followed the two until they turned a corner and vanished from their lines of sight, though Blake's bow was still visible over a brick wall.

"Well, aside from them," Jaune began, returning his gaze to Pyrrha. "Yeah, it's quiet today, I guess."

"It's days like these that I like the most." Pyrrha replied, crushing her cup of coffee and throwing it at a nearby trash bin, moving the metallic trash bin a few inches closer when she found that her aim was off. "You get to take a break from being a huntsman for a while."

"Uh, yeah." Jaune replied, not knowing anything about what Pyrrha was talking about. He never was from a Combat School, so he didn't know how it felt to take a break from combat training as well as Pyrrha did. He glanced her way again and found her with eyes closed, head tilted upward – like she was taking in the sun's rays.

"Don't mind me." She said quietly, her voice a little above a whisper. "I'm just taking everything in."

Jaune fished his scroll from his pocket, seeing that he wouldn't be talking to Pyrrha for a bit of time. He logged into the CCT Wi-Fi with the password b3acon#. The browser installed in his scroll showed him the page of the forum he frequented – a Remnant: The Game forum. There the users discussed things about the popular card game such as strategies, deck builds, and other stuff. There, he made a few friends – if he can even call them friends. They were more like people whom he talked to often, but there was this one user among the crowd who took time to talk to him more often than anyone else.

Safe to say, he's gotten a bit attached to this online friend of his.

There was a new message in his inbox from said user, received by his account ten hours ago. He shot a sideways glance at Pyrrha, who still looked like she was photosynthesizing. She still looked serene and peaceful, almost like she was asleep. Just to try something out, Jaune tried to poke Pyrrha's cheek. No reaction. She must have been asleep. "Cheese sticks…" Pyrrha mumbled in her sleep, "Pumpkin Pete's… unhealthy."

"Well," Jaune muttered to himself, his thumb hovering over the inbox icon on the forum's mobile page, "now that she's muttering things in her sleep, what did my friend over here say?"

Are you a parking ticket? Because you've got FINE written all over you.

Jaune had to bite his tongue to keep himself from laughing and waking Pyrrha. He and his online friend/trial fling have been in an exchange of sappy and corny pick-up lines. How they started doing that, he had no idea, but as things stand now, he could say that he was having fun.

"What's that?" Pyrrha asked and Jaune nearly jumped out of his skin. He swiveled his head ninety degrees and found Pyrrha leaning towards him, her gaze fixed on his scroll. Her green eyes moved left and right, and Jaune guessed that she was reading the conversation record.

"N-nothing!" Jaune replied, almost yelling it out, as he held the scroll closer to his person and turned away from the redhead.

Pyrrha just outstretched her arm, her palm open, fingers splayed, and used her semblance to pluck the scroll from Jaune's weak grip. The scroll flew out of Jaune's hands and floated quickly to hers. A fierce blush started on Jaune's pale cheeks, and Pyrrha just had to keep her laughter in after seeing Jaune go red. "What's in here?"

"No! Nothing! There's nothing there! Nothing at all!" Jaune exclaimed as he tried to take the scroll back from Pyrrha. The redheaded warrior just kept him at arm's length and held the scroll as far away from his reach as possible.

"Then why were you smiling?"

"I thought you were asleep!"

"You were smiling because I was asleep?" Pyrrha asked, feeling a bit of blood rush to her face.

"No, I thought you were sleeping! Why are you awake?"

"I never really went to sleep; I just closed my eyes for a while." Pyrrha replied, smirking slyly. "Though I wasn't expecting you to poke my cheek. There must be something big here…"

"No, wait!" Jaune cried. He didn't want anyone to read that conversation record. Filled to the brim with bad pickup lines and sappy jokes, it was much too embarrassing. He didn't want anyone to read it, especially not Yang, Nora, or Pyrrha.

"Too late." Pyrrha said and froze for a bit. Jaune covered his face, preparing for the redhead to tease him about his messages.

What Pyrrha said next, however, was something that Jaune wasn't expecting and won't be expecting in a million years.

"Wait a minute… That was you?!" Pyrrha exclaimed, eyes widened, voice surprised.

Pyrrha had found a forum a few months into the first semester – a forum which revolved around Remnant: The Game. She wasn't much of a poster. If anything, she was more of a lurker, but it was through that forum that she learned how to play the card game. It was there she also met a few people, but there was one user who she often talked to because she found them interesting in a way or two.

But never had Pyrrha ever expected that person from the forum to be someone she knew in real life. Much less the leader of her team.

"Wait, what?" Jaune said, dumbfounded, as Pyrrha's arm slackened. She returned the scroll to Jaune, though refusing to make eye contact with him. There was too much on her face at the current moment that she didn't want Jaune to see - an extreme, red coloration, for instance.

"Wait, you mean…" Jaune asked cautiously, questioning whether Pyrrha was just saying that to throw him off, or if she really meant what she said. "You mean that you're the one I've been talking to for a month now?"

Pyrrha nodded; her neck muscles stiff and her face burning hot. "I've been on that forum since the first semester, and I've made a few friends there. I even talk to them on a regular basis."

"So…"

Pyrrha struggled to make eye contact with Jaune. She couldn't look at him the same way now that she knew that they've been exchanging sappy poems and corny pickup lines with each other without even knowing who they were behind their online personas. "Yes. I think we've been talking to each other for a while now."

Pyrrha reached into her pocket and pulled out her scroll. Jaune watched her fingers slide across the semi-solid holographic screen, the image on the screen changing as she navigated through the scroll's installed application. "Look." Pyrrha said sternly yet shakily, the scroll's browser on a forum page.

It was the exact same conversation Jaune was having with his online friend.

Except this time, the recipient and the sender positions on the window were reversed.

"I didn't even know that it was you I was telling those bad lines to." Pyrrha said, heavily embarrassed. Her face was burning hot, almost like it was on fire. "I'm so, so sorry."

Jaune averted his gaze from Pyrrha, who was now looking down at her lap and fidgeting her fingers. "I'm sorry too. I'm not really good with lines."

"No! You were good at them!" Pyrrha unconsciously blurted out and she mentally smacked her own forehead. Her blush just intensified, if such a thing were possible. "I mean, I mean 'You've got FINE written all over you'? You've made better cracks than I have."

"That wasn't bad at all!" Jaune returned. "That one made me smile!"

Now both of them were incredibly red that their faces might as well have been likened to ripe tomatoes. "I-It did?" Pyrrha asked sheepishly and Jaune nodded slightly. "Well, uh, hmm…"

"So, uh, what now?"

"W-well, now that we know that we've been flirting with each other behind each other's backs…" Pyrrha began and laughed shakily at the idea. It was ridiculous. They were sending winking emojis and corny stuff to each other without even knowing it. "I'd say we could go get more coffee."

"Like, on a date this time?"

"Yeah. That." Pyrrha replied and swallowed a lump in her throat. "Coffee. Right now."

"Date?"

"Yeah. So…?"

"Let's go."

Both of them stood from the park bench with faces so red that they look like they've been sunburned. The day was still early and it was about seven-thirty in the morning, so that meant that they could do a lot with the day until the time they have to go back to the dorms.

Until then, they were going to take each other out on a date that they unwittingly planned.

And getting more coffee's just the start of it all.