A/N: Apparently five months is a theme, here. I'm not sure how this'll turn out, but I hope it doesn't disappoint everyone. I'll try to keep up a bit more...just feeling nostalgic and if I finish this off maybe I'll be able to sleep at night (; Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Wildfire or any of its characters.

Junior rang the doorbell anxiously, bouncing on his feet. When it swung open to reveal a beautiful – that was almost a crude term for how gorgeous she looked – Kris he could only gape. A pink color spread throughout her cheeks and she ducked her head. The modesty she showed surprised Junior sometimes; a girl like her didn't seem the type to do something like that.

"You look...amazing," he whispered. She thanked him and then grasped the hand he had offered. He noticed with a shock that his hand was embarrassingly sweaty. Kris showed no signs of caring, and simply held his hand until they got to his Porsche. He pulled the sleek black door open for her and she smiled at him as she climbed in.

"So, where are we going?" she asked after they'd been driving for a while.

"Seriously? You just asked me that question expecting an answer?" Junior replied, his mouth twisting upward into a smile. Kris nodded furiously, her bouncy curls shaking all around her head before falling in her face. "It's a surprise." His voice was defiant and firm, and she didn't ask him anything more about the location or the substance of their date for the rest of the car ride.

The silence felt like a huge barbell weighing down on him, so Junior decided to speak once again (though it really should have been her turn).

"Are ya nervous?" he asked, knees bouncing up and down.

"Yeah, like I'd tell you!" Kris replied, smiling at him and shaking her head. He fixed her with a serious expression, and she turned her head to the window, voice soft as she finished. "But...for the record, I am a little. Mostly excited though." Her voice was strong by the end of the sentence and she beamed at him again.

Junior wanted to bottle up her smile. If this continued – and he hoped to god that it would continue for a very, very long time – he wanted to have that to throw back in her face when she was angry at him (inevitable since he made mistakes) and also when she just couldn't cheer up at all. All he wanted was her happiness, and they hadn't even known each other very long. The thoughts and feelings he was having almost scared him.

Finally, they pulled up to the steakhouse where Junior had reserved a table earlier that afternoon. The parking lot was packed, but he managed to squeeze his expensive car into a spot – though it was far away from the door and he noticed Kris glance down at her heel-adorned feet with a pitying glance. Pulling out his best gentleman behavior – it was dusty since he hadn't been out on a date in a while, and yes he was aware of how embarrassing that was – he strode over to her side of the car and opened the door, pulling her out.

She kept her hand in his all the way to the door. Though Junior was sure that it was mostly for reassurance that she wouldn't fall in her towering shoes, it still felt nice not to lose the comfortable warmth that her soft hand gave him.

"Reservations under Davis," he told the hostess formally, the tone of his voice surprising him a bit.

"Right this way, sir," she replied, giving him a small smile. The woman placed their menus on the table – one across from the other – and they both sat down (Junior figured there were only so many gentlemanly things he could do before Kris started making fun of him; therefore, he didn't pull out her chair, and she didn't object either).

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"Have you been here before?" Kris asked Junior quietly, looking up at him from above her maroon menu.

"Once or twice with my dad and a few of his business associates," Junior responded, shrugging his shoulders and smirking at her.

"Well, what do you recommend?" She said, giving him a shy smile when he raised his eyebrows at her request.

"The rib-eye is decent. Their chicken cordon blue is the best in the tri-state area, though."

"Then I'll get that," Kris replied, surprised at the bubbly sound to her voice – she never sounded bubbly!

They ordered after about ten minutes and when their food came, Kris felt her stomach give a satisfied lurch. The food looked amazing, and the first bite certainly did not disappoint. The chicken swished around in her mouth, and she washed it down with a swallow of the expensive red wine that Junior had bought for them to drink with dinner.

For a first date, this was surprisingly...not disastrous. And Kris was so very thankful for that.

End Note: This was short again...possibly shorter than the last. But I swear on my life that I'll get another chapter up super-soon (: Hope this satisfied everyone!