Thank you so much for your reviews! It really made my day. Thanks a bunch Shinji Mamoru, Mysteryfan17 (I type it correctly now ;) ), tikaeverdeen, OutOfBlue, and also tentsubasa. I hope this chapter is good enough.

I decided to change Shiratori's title to Japanese, by the way. It sounds like keibu to me when I watched to the anime. Tell me if I made mistake. But in this chapter I'll use keibu instead of inspector like the first chapter.

By the way, this chapter has been revised by tentsubasa (once again, thank you sooo much for this :) )

And also my gratitude to Mysteryfan17 who pointed out my mistakes.

Disclaimer: Gosho Aoyama still owns Detective Conan. I'll let you know if I had owned it already 8-|

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I walked out the school with my heart pounding fast. I had changed out of my sports outfit into a plain brown sweater and white trousers. It was still not the best outfit for a date, but at least it was better than the first one. If I had known before-hand that Shiratori-keibu would be asking me out on a date, then I would have brought my purple dress along. No, it would probably be better if I bought a new dress. But wait, he probably would think it was too much, I mean, wouldn't I look like a woman who used her beauty to flirt with men?

Wait, what had I been thinking about? I was not flirting with him, and I was definitely not a beautiful woman, so a new dress wouldn't have much effect.

I sighed. It was always like this lately. I never knew what I was supposed to do when he was involved in it. I didn't have much experience with men. I could count my ex-boyfriends on my right hand. And he was the worst in the best way. I hardly knew what to do sometimes when he was around: my tongue tied every time he looked at me; and of course, my blushing cheeks kept making me a bit embarrassed. Ah, why did all my senses always betray me in my attempt to hide my feelings?

He was putting some things in his car's trunk when I stepped out the gate. I believe they were white boxes and pink ribbon; and there wasn't only one. I thought there might be more than five. I could not count them or investigate them more because he closed the trunk immediately once I came closer. He smiled awkwardly and walked me to the seat beside the driver's seat.

"You look great."

That was one of his good sides: always praising me no matter my condition. This was just a very plain sweater, so what was the point in complimenting it? Well, whatever his reason was, my face reddened successfully. I tried to speak normally, which was quite hard. "What are those boxes in the trunk, Shiratori-keibu?" I asked before realizing that I probably had gone too far. He looked a bit panicked, which made me believe that I really had gone too far. "Ah, I'm sorry. You don't need to answer that question." I gripped both of my hands together uncomfortably.

"Those were nothing, really. They are, um... something for a case I'm currently working on." He stammered a bit. I nodded, understanding his reason for hiding the boxes. They were probably some top secret evidence from the investigation department, right?

"Should we be going, then?" he opened the door for me. I blamed my flushing cheeks. He was such a gentleman, and I was the lucky one who could have his gentleness.

I hopped in and he closed the car door. He then got into the car, and started the engine. I watched him drive the car in amazement. I did not know why I felt that way, but I suppose it's because he looked gallant and charming in the way he steered the car. I looked at him silently, tried to capture every movement he made. My eyes were on their way to his eyes when he turned his head toward me. Our gazes met. My eyes widened and turned away quickly, while blood came to my face in a rush.

I cursed myself for being such an embarrassing thing. My heart thumped and thumped. What was I? A teenager?

"Um... Shiratori-keibu, where are we heading to?" I broke the awkward silence. I gripped my hands together in my lap, and I stared at them. I couldn't bring myself to meet his gaze once more.

I heard him clear his throat. "It's not far from Teitan, actually. We could even reach it by foot."

"So why do we go there by car?" I asked him innocently.

"Er... I thought it'd be more comfortable to go there by car." He said hesitantly, "But if you prefer to go there by foot, then..."

"No, no. I like this way better." I answered quickly, not wanted him to get the wrong impression. He gave me a smile, and my face muscles automatically formed a smile in return.

"We are close now." He pointed at the shops in front of us with his chin. I looked up, expecting to see a small restaurant or something like that, but there were no shops that looked like one.

"We are?"

He suddenly grinned with a slight red rose on his cheek. He hopped out from the car and almost ran to my door. I gulped nervously and took his offering hand. I still didn't know where he had brought me to, but as long as I was with him, I guessed it would be fine, right?

He held my hand gently, and pulled me toward one of the stores. It was a book store. I eyed him in curiosity. A date in a book store? Well, not that I objected or anything, but I just didn't think that he would bring me here. I wondered if he wanted to buy a new book here.

I scanned the shelves, looked for some interesting books. I was going to take one of the books from the shelves when I realized that Shiratori-keibu still had my hand in his. My eyes widened in embarrassment, and here came the blush...

"Um... Shiratori-keibu—"

"Do you know this place?" he asked me warily, ignoring my unfinished words.

"Eh?" That was my first stupid response. "Yes, of course I do." I wasn't a stupid woman. Did I look like one? "It's a bookstore."

He chuckled a bit at hearing my answer. "Come here." He held my hand, led me through some other shelves, and then stopped around the manga section. "Have you figured it out yet?"

I glanced at him, then examined the surroundings more thoroughly. There were two high schoolers reading a manga near us, and a woman was cleaning the dust with her duster. Then I realized that we stood with the manga section on our left and the law section on our right side.

"Ah, this was..."

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