{A/N} Sorry that it took me this long to update. I just kind of wasn't sure of how Dimitri and Rose's conversation would go. Thank you to all of you who followed/favorited/reviewed this story. Anyway, I hope you don't mind that the chapters are a bit short. Please excuse me if any of the characters are OOC. This story is all posted on WattPad under the same Pen name. This will be the second to last chapter in this story because I've just decided to make an epilogue.

Disclaimer: I (tragically) do not own Vampire Academy, nor do I own the short film Paper Man by Disney.

Previously on Paper Man:

"You're full of it." she mumbles.

"Roza, I assure you that I'm not. Now, I must insist that you accompany me for a cup of coffee."

"My name's Rose, not Roza."

"Pardon me for confusing you, but Roza is the Russian equivalent to Rose. Now, will you accompany me for a cup of coffee?"

"I suppose." she mutters.

Dimitri's POV

After about five minutes or so, Roza and I enter a cozy little cafe.

Walking up to the cash, Roza orders a latte mocchiato and I order an espresso.

"That will be $12.59" the cashier says. Before Roza can get out her debit card, I hand the women a twenty dollar bill.

"Thank you, and here's your change." she says, handing me my change.

While waiting for our order to arrive, looking at her Roza mumbles, "You didn't have to pay for my coffee."

"It was my pleasure, Roza." With those words, our drinks arrived.

"Where would you like to sit Roza?"

"Um…" she says, biting her lower lip, "How about that the in the corner."

"Sure." With that, we walk to the table and take a seat.

"Let's play twenty questions."

"Okay. You start."

"Um… Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"Nope. Well, not blood related any how. What about you?"

"Yup. I have three sisters. My sister Karolina is older than me, and my sisters Sonya and Viktoria are younger than me."

"That must of been tough growing up with three sisters."

"Let's just say, they always kept things interesting. Have you always lived in New York?"

"Yup. What about you?"

"I was born in Baia, Siberia, and I moved here about three years ago."

"Ah, so that's where the accent's from."

"What are your hobbies?"

"My hobbies… Hum… Let me see… I like to go to the gym and practice some combat. I like to shop sometimes. I also like hanging out with my friends. I think that's about it."

"Interesting."

"What do you like to do in your free time?"

"I too like to go to the gym and practice combat. I also like going out for runs in the park, and I adore reading western novels."

"Really? Western novels? You didn't strike me as the western loving type of guy, Comrade."

"Comrade? Where did that come from?"

"Just something that came to me."

"Really?" I say with a smirk on my face.

"Really." she says, now grin along with me.

"Any close friends?"

"Yeah. Lissa Dragomir. Her and I have been best friends since we were five. What about you?"

"My best friend is Ivan Zeklos. I'm actually currently rooming with him."

"Cool."

"What's your favourite type of music?"

"Alternative. I like bands such as AFI, Bastille, Boys Like Girls, Capital Cities, Snow Patrol, Foo Fighters, Florence and the Machine, Fun., Of Monsters and Men, Coldplay, Imagine Dragons and Owl City. Let me guess, yours is country music."

Giving a chuckle, I say, "Good guess."

"How did you know all of the meanings of those flowers off the top of your head?"

"As I told you before, I have my ways."

"Nuh uh, that's going to work Comrade. I'm not letting you leave this cafe until you answer the question properly. Besides, we're playing twenty questions. There are no vague answers."

Holding my hands up in the air as if she had caught me, I say, "Fine, I'll tell you. My mom owns a flower shop and in my younger years I helped her out with the shop. One of the requirements of working in a flower shop is knowing all of the meanings of flowers. That's how I know all of the meanings of flowers off the top of my head."

"Aww. That's actually really sweet. Your turn."

"Okay. Um… What would you say is the weirdest thing about you?"

"I think I would have to say that the weirdest thing about me is that I put ketchup on my tacos."

"You put ketchup on your tacos?"

"Yup."

"That is just plain unnatural!"

"Funny, that's exactly what my friend Lissa said. Are you a morning person or a night owl?"

"I'm a morning person. Sometimes I like to get up when it's still dark and just watch the sun come up over the horizon."

"You know, Comrade. For big scary looking Russian, you're actually turning out to be a big softy."

"Oh Roza, hasn't anyone ever told you not to judge a book by its cover?"

"Of course they have. I just never listen." she says, giving me a big grin.

"What's your idea of a perfect day?"

"My idea of a perfect day is actually quite simple. For a perfect day, I would wake up around 9 o'clock in the morning. I would get something to eat without burning down my kitchen. Once I've eaten breakfast, I'd either spend time at Central Park or I'd go out to the movies with my friends. Then after a long but satisfying day, I would order take out and surf the Web until I eventually get tired, and go to sleep. What about you? What's your idea of a perfect day?"

"My idea of a perfect day would be getting an early start. I would wake up, and have a coffee while staring at the rising of the sun. Then, after some breakfast, I would go out to Central Park for a morning run. After my morning run, I visit my mother, my sisters, my grandmother, and my nephew. I would stay there for the rest of the day and then after having supper I would go home, and read one of my western novels before going to sleep."

"Wow, that sounds beautiful."

"Would you consider yourself an optimist or a pessimist?"

"Um… Good question. I would say that I'm a little be more on the pessimistic side rather than the optimistic side of things. I have this tendency to assume the worst of people. What about you? Are you an optimist or a pessimist?"

"Well… Most of the time, I'm an optimist, but today I've sort of been a pessimist."

"How come?"

"That, Ms. Hathaway, is another question. One which you'll have to ask another time, because it's my turn to ask a question. What's the first thing that you notice about someone?"

"I would have to say their eyes. Don't ask me why, but the first thing that I do when looking at someone is look at their eyes. What do you first notice about someone when looking at them?"

"Um… I guess it would be their hair."

"Why their hair?"

"Is that another question that I'm hearing, Roza?"

"Ugh, fine ask your question, Comrade."

"Hum… Oh! I know! What's your favourite food?"

"Hum… My favourite food would have to be chocolate doughnuts. What about you?"

"My favourite food is black bread with butter, especially if my mother made it. My mother's black bread is the best."

"I've never heard of it."

"It's part of Russian cuisine."

"Oh. That makes sense."

"If you could have one super power, what would it be?"

"Um… I guess invisibility. That way I can people's butts without them knowing it was me. What about you Comrade?"

"I would chose telekinesis. Do you think that honest is policy?"

"Whole-heartedly, that way, I know who I need to watch out for."

"That's sort of pessimistic, Roza."

"No, Comrade, that is realistic. Anyway, what do you think about honest?"

"People should be honest as much as possible, but they shouldn't be if it will hurt someone."

"Interesting."

"Sunrise or sunset? Which do you prefer?"

"Sunset. I love how the sun creates so many different colours in the sky. It's beautiful. Plus, sunrises in tail that you are up at an ungodly hour. Which do you prefer?"

"Well, I tend to see sunrises more often so, I would say that I prefer sunrise rather than sunset. Are you a clean person or a messy person?"
"Messy. My appartement looks like a tornado hit about ninety-nine percent of the time. What about you?"

"My room is actually quite clean. Are you a bad loser?"

"Totally. I actually have a horrible temper. It runs in the family. Are you good at keeping secrets?"

"I guess I would say I'm pretty good. Samsung or Apple? Which do you prefer for a phone?"

"Samsung, it does practically everything that an iPhone does, and it has a cheaper plan. Also, iPods do everything that an iPhone does so really all I need to do is buy an iPod and a Samsung phone. It saves a lot of money."

"That's an interesting way of looking at it."

"I guess. Now, tell me Comrade, do you believe I can't believe it's not butter is in fact not actually butter?"

At hearing that question, I start to laugh. Once I compose myself I say, "Oh, only you, Roza, only you. Also, yes, I do believe that I can't believe it's not butter is in fact not actually butter. What reason would they have to lie to us?"

"Maybe it's a conspiracy. Maybe it's to trick dieters into buying their product. Honestly, the possibilities are endless."

Chuckling I ask her, "What had made you come up with such a question?"

"I have know no idea. I guess it just sort of came to me. Is it weird that even though I've barely known you for a day, I feel as though I've known you my whole entire life?"

"No Roza," I reply, "I don't think that's weird at all because I feel the same way. Also, I forgot to ask you but, what is your current occupation?"

"I write an advise column for New York Times. What about you?"

"I work at Ivashkov Accounting Firm. Well, actually, it's probably worked by now."

"How come?"

"Um... Well, I kind of walked out of the building when I wasn't suppose to."

"Why would you do such a thing!"

"Ileft,tryingtofindyou." I say in one breath.

"Sorry, can you please say that a little bit slower? I didn't hear a word of what you said."

"I left,trying to find you." I repeat, slower this time.

"Really? You did that for me?"

Not trusting my mouth, I just simply nod. All of the sudden, before I know it her lips are on mine.

After awhile, we're forced to break the kiss.

Out of breath, I say, "So Roza, will you go out with me?"

Laughing, Roza responds, "Of course, I would love to."