Night slowly started falling and street lights flickered every once in a while, producing a faint buzzing sound. Shawn sat in the big living room of the house, glancing at the vintage watch carefully placed by the fireplace. 8:15 PM, and Juliet still wasn't ready. He let out a somewhat frustrated sigh and leaned back into the couch. Women really did take forever to get ready.

At last, the faint sound of footsteps on the stairs signaled Juliet's arrival. She was in a hurry, very well aware of the fact she was late. "Sorry, sorry, sorry…" She began apologizing right away, as soon as she hit the bottom of the stairs. Her usually straight hair was slightly curled, trembling slightly with every step she made. A long red dress was her choice of clothing for the evening, with a pair of matching red heels and a lipstick. She sure liked he color red. "I put the dress on but then it turned out you have to turn it inside-out first, and I'm fairly certain I burned my finger with the curling iron, but it was just so…"

But Shawn was no longer listening. He found himself staring at her with wide eyes, trying desperately to keep his jaw from dropping.

"Shawn?" Juliet asked carefully, snapping him out of it. "Are you upset with me?"

Shawn slowly got up to his feet, scratching the back of his neck with one hand and keeping his other one in his pocket. "Well, I did wait 15 minutes longer than I was promised I'd have to wait…" He could notice a slight frown forming on her face. Her lips parted as she was ready to make excuses. "….But it was absolutely worth it." He concluded, approaching her and taking her hand. "Shall we, Mrs Winters?"

Juliet melodic giggle-snort was muffled by her other hand as they exited the house. She was slightly leaning on Shawn, giving off the impression that they were an actual couple. Already some familiar faces curiously pressed to the windows of their houses to look at them. Juliet tugged on Shawn's sleeve. "Honey, did you lock the door?" It was a fake term of endearment, but a real question. Shawn usually had problems with remembering to lock doors.

"I most certainly have." Shawn answered, and Juliet was impressed by both the answer and the sophistication he managed to fake so well. Only, the latter was ruined by him kicking the next pebble on their path.

Juliet rolled her eyes slightly at him, tugging on his expensive suit once more to scold him. And it worked like a charm. Shawn immediately straightened up, and the rest of their romantic evening walk to the restaurant he acted as mature as possible. Upon entering, he even opened the door for her, and later even pulled out her chair. And even though everything else was fake, the smile on Juliet's face was real, and Shawn was happy to know he was the reason behind it.

"Waiter!" He called, and a man with an eternal fake smile etched upon his face approached them and handed them the menus.

Both Shawn and Juliet glanced at the menus, then exchanged some confused looks, that did not go unnoticed by the waiter. "Not regulars, are you?" He asked, smiling knowingly at them. "In that case, I would recommend pasta in duck sauce to both. It's this week's special."

"Sounds good." Juliet was the one to answer as she handed him both their menus and watched him stroll away, before turning to Shawn again. The look on her face was rather far from a content one. Confusion, endless confusion showed on it. Like a child trying to figure the Rubik's cube out. "What do you think that is?"

"Well, I guess it's some pasta… In duck sauce." Shawn answered, almost mockingly, making Juliet roll her eyes.

"If I turn out to be allergic to this or something, it's your fault."

"What? How is that my fault?" Shawn pouted.

"For not informing yourself on the type of food they serve here." Juliet responded, a teasing smile playing on her lips.

"Wha.. Oh, fine… Waiter!" Shawn called again, glancing back at Juliet and muttering something to himself.

"Yes, sir?" The older man responded. "Anything I can help you or your lady with?"

"Yeah, about this week's special… What does it consist of?" Shawn questioned, noticing Juliet perked up curiously as well.

"Pasta… In duck sauce, sir." The waiter answered, clearly baffled by the question.

"Thank you." Shawn said dismissively, beaming at Juliet as the man turned around.

Juliet crossed her arms, glaring at him and wishing she could wipe that goofy smile off of his face… Preferably with a kiss. Shuddering slightly, she looked away, trying not to think of it.

Their meal was arriving, and it didn't look half bad, either. The waiter carefully set it down on the table, wishing them a pleasant meal as he went away.

Juliet dug her fork into the pasta, just playing around with it a bit, before putting it in her mouth. She chewed on it, with some difficulty, a rather unimpressed look showing on her face. Shawn mirrored her, and his reaction was quite the same.

"God, what is this?" Juliet muttered as she swallowed and immediately washed it down with a sip of water that the waiter brought while they waited.

"Rich people food, Jules." Shawn answered, spitting his back on the plate. Usually, Juliet would have been disgusted by the gesture, but when it came to this, she didn't blame him one bit.

"I don't know if the spirits told you, but I noticed a little coffee shop right across the street from this place." Juliet said suggestively, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"Ah, yes, the spirits are telling me we'll eat better there. Come on, let's go there, we'll put this 'meal' on the department's tab." Shawn quickly got up from his seat and reached out his hand to her to help her get up.

With a nod of agreement, Juliet accepted his help and got up. "Let's go, they might have donuts."

Upon exiting, Shawn was still grinning at her, not letting go of her hand still. "You are supporting the myth cops love donuts, you know?"

"Well…" Juliet shrugged her shoulders slightly. "We do. We don't exactly have time for full meals, and donuts are heaven-sent."

"Right, so you're the type of girl who'd rather get a box of donuts than a box of chocolates on Valentine's day?"

"Sounds about right." Juliet admitted, pushing the little coffee shop door open. The little bell above them rang as they entered.

The two took the first free booth, instantly ordering some cake slices and, of course, donuts. Once they sat down, Shawn noticed a woman that looked quite familiar to him, just casually sitting in the corner of the shop, though he couldn't put his finger on who she was and where he saw her. He turned his attention back to Juliet, who was gazing outside.

"It feels so good to be poor." Shawn said as they dug in and began eating, and soon enough the shop was filled with Juliet's echoing giggle.