I have returned after a wondrous - actually it was horrendous - writer's block. Luckily, my wonderful husband gave me my inspiration back. This could have been posted up earlier this week, but I had to make sure to update Addiction first because I swear it looked at me with a "Why-aren't-you-updating-me" look. Plus my husband follows it and likes it, so I did it for him. n.n

But now I'm back to update this! I am on chapter three - for Patience and Virtue and Addiction - as well, but it won't be up till next week. (I'm spending my weekend actually doing homework - and I never do). So without a further ado~ Enjoy! :)

As one week passes by, both are abruptly feeling empty without the other. Jarvis continued to listen to his programmer and Amity kept herself busy by photography, exploration, and writing.

Amity leaves South Korea early to go to Moldavia in Romania for relaxation and wine-making. One night, however, she tried to avert her attention to sleep, but the thought of going back to Vancouver the next day clouds her mind and keeps her up. This had never happened until she met Jarvis. She figures it's a mere phase; that it's just all in her head. But she knew those small assumptions were lies to help her fall asleep; because deep inside, she knew how much this friendship had impacted her.

2 days later…

Things that week were like an agonizing and different type of normal for the artificial intelligence. He still took orders from Tony but every time Jarvis was questioned about Amity – or in this case, the "passerby" –, he immediately dismissed it saying it was like any other person passing through. Things seemingly (and gradually) took a wrong turn when a reporter tried to come in this morning.

"But this interview is important!" the reporter insisted. The reporter was a petite figured woman with crystal blue eyes and golden blonde hair with blue streaks at her ends.

"I'm sorry miss, but I simply cannot let you in without Mr. Stark's permission."

"This is absurd!" The reporter yells as she storms off.

Amity is turning the corner when she comes across the infuriated woman. She tilts her head before continuing on until she reached the building. Her lips curl into a small smile. "Good morning Jarvis." The greeting comes out softer than usual from travel and wine-making.

The artificial intelligence tries to hide his excitement as he responded. "Miss Amity, you've returned safely."

"Was I supposed to return like a trainwreck stranded in Australia?" She half joked, half questioned at the same time.

Jarvis pauses before replying; "I don't believe so. How was your trip?"

The brunette's smile widens. "A pleasantly fantastic one. And how was your two weeks?"

"Normal, though all Mr. Stark has ever asked me about is you."

Amity is admittedly taken aback for a moment. "Me? Why?" Why was Tony Stark even interested in a girl like her in the first place? She seen the many women (and on extremely rare occasions – men) leave that building after completing their round of a one night stand; so why be interested in a mere passerby? To be honest, she was curious but would never even try to try into something like that.

Jarvis, however, seemed hesitant, mostly because the genius could wake up any moment. "Well because he heard you the day before your departure, Miss Amity."

"Oh my." She fell silent for a moment to let it sink in before another thought slips in as she remembers about the souvenir she had gotten for him was at home. "Oh no…"

"Is something wrong, Miss Amity?"

"I forgot I left it at home…"

Jarvis is puzzled for a moment before it clicked. The souvenir. Oh god, this was going to be somewhat complicating way to wiggle his way out of. "Miss Amity, you didn't have to." Or at least it was because he could never give her anything in return. A minute later he hears laughing over his thoughts and is instantly more confused. "Miss Amity?"

"Nothing; I figured you felt guilty in a sense about it." She confesses the statement with a slight flush to her cheeks.

How did she read him like that? To know he felt like this? About to respond, –more likely to protest–when he heard his programmer giving a command. He mentally sighed. "Yes sir."

There's a long pause. Amity catches on quickly and speaks in a hushed tone. "I'm going to take that as a sign to depart."

If only. If only. Jarvis felt like cursing himself mentally as he felt torn. "I'm afraid so."

"Alright." As she starts to leave, the brunette quickly stops that same momentum. "582-4021." She says the numbers off the bat before disappearing from sight as she walked off.

Jarvis couldn't even begin to situation clearly nor acknowledge Tony's presence at the gate. Did she—

"Jarvis, who was that?"

There was a silence, because admittedly Jarvis' mind went blank. He knew he had to make an excuse and fast.

"Just a person passing by." He replies in his sassy tone that he was programmed with.

Tony frowned before returning into the towers. Something seemed off. Way off, in fact. "Whatever." He mutters before heading into his garage.

That evening Amity hadn't returned. Jarvis is doing surveillance inside and out the towers - much to his defense - mindlessly. If only he were human, could he be doing other things yet it was impossible; just another wasteful dream to have.

An hour or so later, Tony leaves for dinner with Pepper. Jarvis endlessly wondered how she was able to put up with him all these years.

He sighed inwardly as his mind drifted off elsewhere. He remembered most to all things; but to him it was all but a mere blur. When the though of this newly foreign concept called friendship clouded his mind and he recalled on how fazed he was by it. The thought of what might happened next both frightened yet thrilled him. but a thought so heartbreaking came to mind. He was jut an AI and she was a human - well in this case, a passerby. It frustrated him and nothing ever did or even made him feel a certain way about anything, let alone.

Yet it was something he found in Amity that he liked. For years, he secretly - and will probably never admit to - awaited for her to pass by. A memory then sweeps into his thoughts; the memory of when he actually first interacted with her before any of this happened.

Amity was around her young adult years - about 17 or 18, to be approximate - and was taking her first morning walk on a blossoming spring day. It was a special kind of day in the heart - it was her birthday actually - yet it seemed normal and nothing more in the mind. She impulsively decided to make a trip out to America from her hometown - Moldavia, Romania. What intrigued (and bothered) her was how lively and vivid everything was.

The one thing, though, that amazed her most in this moment was the Stark Towers building she had heard so much of while exploring around the heart of New York and beyond that. Her hazel-brown eyes were fixed upon it as she was mesmerized by such a building.

"Miss, do you have an appointment with Mr. Stark?"

Amity's body flinched whens he heard the voice but remained calm with her soft-spoken tone of reply; "Oh no, I just figured I pause to admire such a building. Really beautiful, I dare say."

"Well miss, I suppose I can be liable enough to say thank you."

She smiled. "It's no problem." She then sighed happily. "America is different from what I've heard."

There was a short pause. "This is your first time in America?"

She laughs slightly. "Yes, I'm from Romania."

The response is only another small notion of silence. The young adult starts to wonder if she had said something off. "Pardon me...but did that surprise you?"

There's more silence before the AI speaks in his usual sassy tone. "Well it isn't everyday you meet a Romanian. A beautiful one at that."

"Well it isn't everyday you encounter an artificial intelligence and find it attractive at that. But that's me; yet who am I to judge?" The tone of her voice is just as sassy and a bit narcissistic but she made it work and sound playful unlike Stark's egoistical type. Oddly, he found it very attracting but would never admit to it.

"Well," he begins as he tries to formulate a sensible response to say in this conversation. "What beings you to America for then?"

"It's my birthday..." Her voice trails off as she pauses to find a man waving at her. She sighed quietly and smiles back at the figure with a wave. before reverting her attention back to her newly acquainted 'friend'. The term scared her but she couldn't let that show.

"Something wrong, miss?"

"It's my father. I'm afraid I have to go."

"Very well." If he were human, Jarvis would've smiled and waved off to her but he couldn't. "I wish you a happy birthday."

She smiles at this. "You're the first to tell me this outside my country. Thank you." She turns to leave but doesn't, confusing the AI.

"Is something wrong?" Jarvis asks quietly.

"Nothing except for I hope we meet again."

This surprises him, because nobody had looked forward to meeting him again. He only an AI. Hearing that makes him feel taken aback; yet he shoves the feeling off to the side. "I certainly can reassure you that we will."

That was then; but even so, it still surprised Jarvis that they met that far back and how young she was. He starts to wonder why he didn't remember that, instantly pushing it aside to contemplate later on as Stark arrives back home with Pepper.