Ronnie looked in the mirror, shifting her necklace and fussing with her hair. Her phone vibrated loudly against the hard wooden table and she reached over to pick it up. It was Jez.

"Hiya," she answered.

"Hey babe, I'm a block from your flat," he said. "Are you ready?"

"Be down in a second," she replied hanging up. Grabbing her purse, hopping a few times as she put her other heel on, and locking her door behind herself, she bounded down the two flights of stairs towards the main door of her building.

She opened the door and stepped out onto the landing. It was a beautiful evening, the kind of night you just have to spend outdoors. A warm summer breeze blew across her face and she noticed the sky was ablaze with the orange and red tints of a setting sun. It was almost magical. Then she saw Jez standing at the bottom of the stairs and a little way down the walk. He was very well dressed in a button up, dark jeans and a sport coat. It was a fairly typical ensemble for him, but everything about him seemed just a little more polished tonight. His hair was styled just a little more carefully, his red plaid shirt seemed to fit his shape better and everything about the moment made her feel giddy inside. She couldn't stop her heart from fluttering.

Jez looked up, and visibly noted her efforts to look fancy, as well. Her blonde hair cascaded gently off her shoulders which was were covered in the airy fabric of a light cranberry colored dress, topped off with sensible but still stylish heels. Jez had never actually seen her in anything other than jeans, a shirt of some sort and a ponytail. She looked stunning.

"M'lady," he said in his most manly tone of voice. He bowed, straightened up, and met her gaze with another smile. It was then she noticed the bouquet of pink and white flowers he was holding. She laughed. He always was a little camp, but she loved that about him. She was glad to see that bit of him hadn't changed.

She took off from the landing, rushing down the steps and into his waiting arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and – noticing her excitement – he lifted her off the ground, spinning her around.

"Ooh," she squealed, surprised that her feet no longer touched the ground.

"Well, that's a fine hello," Jez replied setting her down gently.

"What can I say? I missed you."

"These are for you," he added, holding out the pink and white flowers he'd acquired at the florist five blocks down.

"Thank you," she replied taking them graciously.

"I reckoned a proper date wouldn't be proper without flowers."

"They're beautiful," she said, with an agreeing smile.

"Like you," he replied. She just laughed and shook her head. "What?"

"How long have you been thinking about saying that?" she asked, staring into his blue eyes, a blush covering her cheeks.

He closed his eyes and shook his head. "A bit," he replied with a sigh. "Give over. I don't exactly have much experience, here. Plus, it's true! Ronnie, you really look beautiful tonight," he added.

"You're something else, Jez Tyler," she said with a smile as she touched a few of the petals.

"Something good, I hope," he retorted, pulling her closer to him. Her radiant smile and the slow, sultry kiss that followed, assured him of that fact.

"Come on," she responded, grabbing his hand with her free hand.

"Hold on. You don't even know where we're going."

"Alright Jez, where are we going on our proper date, then?"

"We're going to dinner at that little Thai place you like," he answered. "Now come on, we've got a bit of a walk," he said with a smile.

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"How's the food?" he asked, as he watched her bite in a spring roll.

"Delicious, as always," she replied.

"So, what did you do today?" he asked leaning forward.

"Well, I called my mum and told her the term was over, so I was coming home for a few days," she answered. "Told her about you," she added coyly.

"Oh, yes?"

"Mmhm," Ronnie mumbled, trying not to speak with her mouth full.

"Did you give her the whole story or did you just tell her you had a new boyfriend?"

"Just the new boyfriend bit. Reckoned that's all that was important," she replied. "She was surprised, actually. I haven't brought home very many guys. Oh, and I started packing," she added with a sigh, taking a sip of her drink.

"I'm coming over on Friday to help you move, right? That's the day your lease is up?"

"Yes," she replied with a sigh.

"Have you decided where we're moving your things?"

"Your flat," she answered, "if that's still available."

"Of course it is," he smiled.

"Is there going to be room for my bed in your flat?"

"Probably," he said. "But what do we need two beds for?"

"Well," she stammered, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. "I just --- this is all happening a little fast. I don't think we're really in a position to talk about that part of our relationship, yet."

"No, Ronnie, honey. I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to ask for that," he quickly apologized, reaching out and touching her hand gently. "We'll talk about that when you want to talk about that," he replied. "Sharing a bed does not automatically imply shagging our brains out," he explained. "It does however, imply me waking up next to you every morning and falling asleep holding you."

Ronnie could only smile.

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