Mia was staring blankly out of the window, thinking about last night. Last night, with Michael. After he had saved her from J.P. at the prom, things had gone wonderfully. She sighed. Mia heard a faint crash that came from far off. She was awoken from her thoughts. A clerk was gathering up boxes off shoes that seemed to have tumbled from her arms. Mia rolled her eyes as she got up from her seat to help. These poor people were not employed by Grandmere, yet she treated them as pack mules. Soon, the boxes were stacked neatly on the floor. She made a mental note to tell Lily of the injustice- as the two were friends once more- just before resuming her daydreams.
When Grandmere had finally finished shopping, Mia was free, and immediately went home to prepare for her date later in the evening. Michael had said that he was going to take her somewhere, though he made it very clear that it was a surprise. She was exited, mostly because she was able to burrow her nose in his neck once more. She was almost giddy with excitement as six o'clock rolled around. After thirty minutes of deciding, she had opted to wear a casual, but still very cute, top and a pair of comfortable jeans. There was a knock on the door, and Mia's heart raced. That is, until she heard a voice that said, "Mia, it's me, I forgot my key."
Of course she had, thought Mia as she, for the second time that day, rolled her eyes and pushed herself from the couch to help. Her mother could barely remember to pay the bills, let alone remember to bring her key when she left the loft. After Helen was inside, Mia's thoughts started to wander…. When will he get here? He said that he'd be here at six. What if something's happened to him? Or worse, he's realized that I'm not good enough for him. I'll just call and…. But there was no need. As she reached for her phone, there was another knock on the door, this time she just yelled, "Come on in, it's open."
"Well what are you waiting for, let's go. I've got reservations for 6:30."
Mia turned and her heart skipped a beat just as a huge grin erupted on her face. She was still not used to seeing him, as he had been in Japan for two years and had only recently gotten back. Mia ran to him, wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, and kissed him passionately. He kissed her back. The two were intertwined for what seemed like forever. It was wonderful, and it sort of resembled what had happened in the carriage on that one day. When they finally broke apart, Michael checked his watch, grabbed Mia's hand, and pulled her through the doorway and down the stairs.
Once seated at the restaurant, Mia and Michael began to talk about anything and everything. They talked forever, but they never ran out of stuff to talk about. They never had. Mia kept getting lost in Michael's eyes, and losing track in the conversation. At one point, Michael began to talk about his surgical arm, and Mia allowed herself to completely zone out. She thought he looked adorable in his jeans that fit just right, and his plain black t-shirt. She only came back to earth when Michael looked at her funny, then eventually waved his hand in front of her face. She snapped back into reality and felt her face flush a deep shade of crimson. Michael asked, "Well???"
Mia's mind was racing in a million different directions. All she could manage was, "Ummm."
Michael started laughing. Mia was puzzled. "Just forget it," he said, shrugging, though he looked a little hurt.
Mia felt bad, and she wanted to know what he had asked her. Yet, she just pushed the questions to the side and continued on with her date. She forgot about the question all together. When she finally got home that night, Mia just sat on her bed and thought of how the past two days have possibly been the best days of Mia's life. After all, you never know what you've got until it has gone and come back.