"Just sit here!"

He planted me onto a bench right by the train station as he bought our tickets. I watched as he was actually kind to the man that he bought the tickets from. It amazed me, he was a perfect gentleman and yet I had to hate him so much. It stuck out to me, how much he really cared. But now, it was time to decide. We were getting married tomorrow 'whether I wanted to or not'. But now, I didn't know how to decide.

We were ready to board the train, but it didn't depart until eight at night. Right now it six at night, and my belly was starting to rumble. I was getting hungry, but I knew Erik didn't eat. I waited as he came back with our tickets, his hands cold, as usual, but it was made worse by the cold winter night. The snow hadn't fell yet, but it was kind of chilly. Erik wrapped me in his cloak, took our bags, and led us somewhere out of the cold.

We stepped into a warm building and our cloaks were taken by a waiter. He guided us to a table in a dark corner of the place and we sat in seats opposite to each other. He took Eriks order gave us each a glass of champagne, it wasn't until then that I realized we were in a restaurant.

"Christine? Don't you want anything?"

"Oh, erm, what do they have?"

"Haha! Alright, just give us an order of filets."

"Right, Monsieur. That will be twenty five Francs."

Erik handed the man some money and gave the menus back. I looked at the menu and read the title, this wasn't just a restaurant, this was my favorite restaurant. But he remembered, he remembered such a little thing about me. He remembers every little thing about me and yet...I know nothing about about him. I felt sort of sick to my stomach because of how little I knew of him, I felt bad.

"I noticed you were hungry so here we are."

"How do you know so much about me?"

"I listen."

I smiled and looked at him with sympathy. Did I ever listen to him? Wait, he doesn't even tell me anything!

"What is your favorite restaurant?"

"Why are you all of a sudden so interested?"

"I just... I want to know a little bit about you before we get married."

His grin was smug and then our food came. The waiter set two filets in front of us and wished us a good night. We ate slowly, following every bite of fish with champagne.

"I'll tell you some things on the train ride."

I nodded and dropped my fork, now very full. Erik dropped his fork, stood up and pulled out my chair. I took his hand and he gathered our cloaks from the waiter. He put my cloak on me and put his cloak on, taking my hand and our bags with us to the train station. He gave the coach our tickets and we boarded the train together. The coach led us to our cart and showed us the way to the restrooms and dining room.

We went into the cart together and looked around, it was rather small. Inside, was one bed and a writing desk. There was, of course, a small space to put our clothes. And as Erik put the luggage in the closet, I sat on the bed and waited for him to join me. He didn't, he sat in the chair by the desk and looked over at me. I layed down, put my chin in my hands, and prepared to listen to him.

"What?"

"Tell some things. You promised."

"There was no promise, but I will do as I said."

Erik always was a man of his word, he never lied, at least to me. And as I listened to him go on and on about his favorites, he did something neither of us thought he would do, he actually took off his mask. As he finished his short listings, I stretched my arms and motioned him to the bed.

"No, Christine."

"Why not? We're engaged, aren't we?"

"As true as that may be, I do not deserve to lay with such a... Beauty."

"Please, Erik. I'll look away from you if it makes you feel better."

"This is strange, Christine! Yesterday you were swearing up and down that you hated me, and now you want me to lay in bed with you?!"

He was right. I did yell at him pretty harshly, maybe after our wedding he would forgive me.

"Fine, don't answer. But I'm still sleeping in this chair."

Erik slouched down in the chair, shutting off the lamp and placing his fedora on his face. I pulled one of the blankets off of the bed and walked over to the chair. I layed the blanket on Erik and went back to bed, pulling the other blanket over me. He mumbled...

"Thank you."

His heart changed as well, that was excellent.