Between two small pots of pink flowers upon a navy-blue bench she sat tapping her foot impatiently. Her blue eyes would fly over the entrance everytime a door opened, but still no man of hers came. Finally after fiddling with her necklace a few times she got up and walked to the stall where he was.

"Dimitri."

"No, I'm NOT coming out.."

She had to bite her lip to fight a giggle. "Not even for ten million rubles?"

His hand appeared at the top of the door; giving her a thumbs down.

"Come on Dimitri, I wanna see you. It can't be that bad." She softly giggled under her breath. Reaching for the door handle he gripped it on the other side.

" I'm not dressed."

"Doesn't matter, I've allready seen everything.." She muttered trying to push the door open. Dimitri put his shoe against the door.

"Allright, I'm coming out. Just quit shoving.." The con artist conceeded to her as the handle slowly twisted and his slim, tall figure stepping out of small room. She now knew what he had to be ashamed of as her giggles all broke loose. He glaired.

"I'm... sorry... I just..." She giggled in between her words. "Dimitri.. there just too small... and.." She had to bite her lip hard just to suppress her laughter.

"No, this suit is just horrible." He turned to stare into a mirror. "I look like some stuck up scholar."

"Thats someone whos smart.." She pretended to think for a moment before shaking her head. "Yeah, your right.. Thats totally not you." She teased.

He turned around to face her. "Yeah, well your outift is perfect for what you are: A skinny little brat." He replied, not missing a beat.

She crossed her arms sternly. He in turn laughed. Just then he grabbed her hand.

"Well, then you come in here and figure out what kind of suit I should wear."

She glanced at his smile, she knew that smile far too well from their honeymoon. He pulled her in and shut the door behind them.

Yeah and then they um... oh well, let your imagination run wild on that one.. XDDD