A/N: Sorry this took so long. And it's so short. The first part wrote itself, but then I just didn't know how to end it. So I just ended it. After this, this story is officially complete, but be on the look out for more New Girl stories. I have lots of ideas!

Anyways, I present this to you in honor of the recently confirmed third season...


"Thanks for tonight, Nick. I had a great time," Jess murmured to Nick as the two stood outside of her bedroom door.

"You don't have to lie to me, Jess," responded Nick, with a knowing look.

"I'm not lying!" she insisted.

"Jess, tonight was a disaster!"

"It was... memorable." She took his hands, trying to calm him down. This was not the time for him to panic.

"You would've fallen asleep in that movie if the fire alarm hadn't gone off," he stated, and it was probably true, but his arm had been around her, and she had been curled up in his side, and she'd just been so comfy. "And then that first restaurant couldn't find our reservations. Our waiter at the restaurant we ended up eating at spilled a whole tray of ice water and wine on you, ruining your new dress, not to mention leaving you, oh yeah, wet, for the rest of the night. And on our way home we got a flat, leaving us to walk the last four blocks."

"It still wasn't that bad," Jess smiled, squeezing his hands.

"Schmidt gave us a curfew."

"Fine then," she smirked. "If it was really that bad, I guess that just means you owe me another date, to make up for this one."

At this, Nick finally smiled. "I think I could live with that."

They were both grinning as they went in for a kiss. It was quick, but sure. And even though it was more of a peck than a proper kiss, Jess still felt slightly dizzy as she pulled away.

She smiled up at him once more and whispered a thank you before disappearing into her room in a whirl of color.

Maybe this wasn't such a bad start after all.


"Jess still on the phone with Cece?" Winston asked as he entered the kitchen.

"Yup," Nick replied without looking up from his laptop.

"Wow," Winston responded.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He now had Nick's attention.

"Nothing," Winston shrugged. "The girl's been on the phone with her best friend for two hours. That's just a long time to talk about a date."

"What makes you think she and Cece are talking about our date?" Nick challenged.

"A girl calls her best friend immediately after a 'first date,'" Winston replied. "What else could they be talking about?"

"So they've been talking about me for two hours?"

"Don't listen to Winston," Schmidt interjected, "and don't flatter yourself. They haven't been talking about you the whole time. Cece had a date tonight, too."

"So, how'd it go with Jess, anyway?" Winston asked.

Nick sighed.

"I'm going to bed."