MaChriska: Thank you so much! Any suggestions you make would be greatly appreciated.

steffirodig: Thanks. I'm a big fan of the era as well. I went looking for EO stories that took place in the '40s and I couldn't find any, so I just figured why not write my own. :D

lexi121: Thank you. I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long. :)

Olivia's workday had been mundane. She answered a few phone calls, filed some paperwork, and took a few memos, but most of her time was spent watching the hours slowly go by on the clock. All she could think about was her upcoming date with Elliot. She knew absolutely nothing about him other than his name, but she couldn't stop thinking about him. She wondered what his favorite movie was, what his hobbies were, and even what his family was like.

As soon as the clock struck five, Olivia tidied up her workstation and hurried home. She had picked out what dress, shoes, and hat she was going to wear before she left for work. All she had to do when she got home was change her clothes and freshen up her make-up.

She put a Glenn Miller record on and started dancing around the room after she shimmied into her dress and traded one hat for another. She wanted to wear some dark lipstick, but she was too worried that it would rub off on her coffee mug or, worse, rub off on Elliot's lips. She knew it wasn't proper for a woman to kiss a man on the first date, but Olivia didn't care. After all, Elliot never said this was a date. Since they were just meeting for coffee, that rule didn't apply.

When she arrived at the diner, she saw Elliot sitting at a table with a single rose in front of him. She knew he had wanted to be nonchalant, but Olivia noticed his eyes light up the moment she approached the table. Like a true gentleman, he pulled Olivia's chair out for her and Olivia couldn't help but smile.

"This is for you," he said as he handed her the rose. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you," Olivia replied. "You don't look so bad yourself."

"I'm going to have to watch myself with you, kid," Elliot teased.

"Kid?" Olivia said jokingly. "Oh, fella, I'm no kid."

"Or just a broad," Elliot added. "You're something special."

"How do you know that after five minutes?" Olivia asked.

"I just know these things," Elliot responded. "And I know a fella could spend all of his days and nights thinking about that beautiful smile of yours."

Olivia smiled at Elliot and then tried to avert her eyes.

"That's the one," Elliot told her, which made Olivia smile even more.

"I'm not sure if I'm smiling because of you or because I'm nervous," Olivia admitted.

"What's there to be nervous about?" Elliot asked.

"This is my first date in over a year," Olivia told him. "That is, if this is a date."

"A beautiful gal like you not having a date in over a year? I don't believe that, not even for a second," Elliot said.

"It's true," Olivia said, smiling again. She was never accused of being a bubbly girl, but Elliot was bringing out a side of her that no one else could.

"How about if this isn't a date?" Elliot asked. "We're just two people who met on a sidewalk yesterday and decided to get together."

"That makes me sound cheap," Olivia said, jokingly. "I prefer this being a date."

"Then it's a date," Elliot agreed. "So, tell me all about Olivia…"

"Benson, Olivia Benson."

"Tell me all about Olivia Benson."

"Where do I start?" Olivia asked. "I never know how to tell someone about myself."

"How about if we start with an easy question and go from there?" Elliot asked and Olivia nodded. "What's your favorite picture?"

"I thought you were starting with an easy question," Olivia teased. "There's too many to name, but if I have to pick one I'd go with Waterloo Bridge."

"You're a hopeless romantic, aren't you?" Elliot asked.

"I wouldn't say that," Olivia teased. "Robert Taylor is in that picture and I think he's a dream."

"I'd make a better leading man than Robert Taylor," Elliot insisted and Olivia started to smile. She began wondering if Elliot was picturing her as his leading lady.

"What's your favorite picture?" she asked him. "It's only fair that you answer a question now."

"That's an easy one; Frankenstein," Elliot responded. "That's been my favorite picture since I was a kid and it'll probably be my favorite for the rest of my life. You grew up during the same time I did, so you know all about being a kid during the Depression. Money was tight, but my mom still let me watch one picture each month so I could escape the realities of what was happening even if it was only for a couple of hours. I remember watching Frankenstein with my best friend and we scared the daylights out of each other for weeks after that. It's one of my favorite childhood memories."

"That's sweet," Olivia told him and then without thinking she placed her hand on top of his. Elliot slowly laced his fingers with hers and started to feel the softness of her hands.

They had just planned on drinking coffee, but once Elliot found out that Olivia had rushed to the diner and didn't get a chance to eat, he insisted that they order dinner. After they had finished eating, they talked for another hour, but Olivia didn't feel as if that was enough. She knew once they left the diner, she would go home and she wasn't ready for that yet.

"Want to go for a walk?" Elliot asked. Olivia felt like he was reading her mind. They had no particular place to go, but they didn't want their date to end. Elliot laced his fingers with hers again and the two of them walked hand-in-hand. They talked about music, childhood memories, books, and what they want for the future.

"I want to get married eventually," Olivia admitted. "I want a husband and children, lots of children. I don't have any siblings, so I feel as if I've missed out on being in a house full of kids."

"That sounds like a swell life," he told her. "I want a good job, a wife, and a houseful of little Stabler children. The hardest part is meeting the right woman."

"It happens when you least expect it," Olivia teased. "You could be walking down the sidewalk and run right into the woman you were destined to marry."

"That only happens in pictures," Elliot insisted even though he had caught on to what Olivia was saying.

The two of them walked around for another hour until Olivia told him she had to get home.

"When can I see you again?" he asked when they approached her building.

"This weekend," she said. "Alex and I have plans Friday, but I'm available Saturday."

"That seems like an eternity from now," Elliot told her. "You're the kind of girl I want to see everyday."

"Maybe this will hold you over," Olivia said as she leaned in and gently kissed his lips.

"I thought I was supposed to do that," Elliot told Olivia as he held her close. He kissed her one more time before she insisted she had to go inside.

"I hope you don't think less of me," Olivia told him. "A lady isn't supposed to kiss on the first date."

"I'd never think of you as anything less than a lady," Elliot insisted and stole one last kiss.