They left the restaurant with a pile of Styrofoam take-out boxes and a bag of fortune cookies.

According to Gigi, fortune cookies were the only way that Will could make it up to her for ruining her dinner plans. He had left the table and returned minutes later with a comically large bag.

"Touché brother, touché."

They decided to walk around the block to settle their stomachs. Gigi was busy opening the cookies and reading the fortunes out loud.

"'You have a friendly heart and are well admired.'"

"That's not a fortune. That's a statement," said Darcy.

"Okay, fine," said Gigi as she opened another cookie. "'Emulate what you respect in your friends."

"Well technically that's advice."

Gigi glared at her brother.

"Well how about, 'Watch what you say to your beloved sister if you have any plans of getting a ride back home.'"

"A fortune, yes. But I'm not sure it would fit inside a cookie."

"Haha very funny. Who wants to eat the cookie?"

"I thought you did. Wasn't that he point?" asked Fitz gesturing to the bag.

"I only wanted the fortunes," Gigi shoved the broken cookie into Fitz's hand before opening another.

Gigi continued to pass around the cookies as she read the fortunes aloud. Lizzie wasn't able to stomach another bite so she ended up carrying half a dozen broken cookies around the block.

By the time they reached the car Gigi was carrying a bag of cookie crumbs. They all had coat pockets filled with stock fortunes, advice and observations.

It had been a nice after dinner walk, but Lizzie suddenly felt exhausted. She fell into her seat and shut the door to escape the cold. The car felt so warm and her seat was so comfortable as she sunk down into the soft leather.

Darcy opened his door and Gigi slipped a broken cookie into her brother's hand before jumping into the passenger seat.

He stared at the cookie for a moment before sliding in. Once seated he unfolded the paper which read: "Now is the time to go ahead and pursue that love interest!"

He crumbled the fortune in his hand before anyone could ask him to read it aloud. Gigi meant well, but he also thought she had done enough for one day. Besides, Darcy had already pursued "that love interest." He had already had his answer straight from the source. For now he was set on making amends and hopefully the foundation for a friendship…or something.

Alas, the fortune could not be unread. The thought burrowed deep in his mind. Darcy looked over at Lizzie. Her head was nodding along to the movement of the car, her eyes looked heavy like she could fall asleep right there in the back of Fitz car.

"Alright, where to next my friends?" asked Fitz, turning back toward the center of the city.

"Actually Fitz, I think it might be time to call it a night," said Darcy.

"It's Saturday night Darcy. I think you may have forgotten that you are not in fact a 40-year-old man."

"Sorry Fitz. No bar hopping for me."

Lizzie looked over at him gratefully. At least she wasn't going to be the party pooper.

"Yeah I'm beat. And my apartment is just another block over so I might have to call it a night too," said Lizzie, stifling a yawn.

"Yeah. For once I agree. I'm wiped," said Gigi stretching her arms out in front of her. "Rain check on karaoke?"

Lizzie nodded, already dreaming of the warm bed waiting for her at home.

"Oh and Lizzie, please take those leftovers. I don't think I can look at another bite of Mushu pork," said Gigi. "I refuse to take it home."

Lizzie laughed and tried to offer the boxes to Darcy and Fitz, but they both refused. Darcy saw an opportunity to, if not pursue that love interest, to at least make one last ditch effort to leave an impression. He knew Gigi would be impressed when he offered to help Lizzie carry the leftovers to her apartment.

There really wasn't that much food, but Lizzie wasn't a fool. When she said yes, Gigi flashed a discreet thumbs up at him in the side mirror.

Darcy's phone began to buzz. Bing's name flashed on the screen and Darcy pressed cancel. He would call him back as soon as they dropped Lizzie off. The phone buzzed again and Darcy silenced it. On the third ring Darcy gave in and answered the phone.

"Yes?" he murmured, turning away from Lizzie.

Darcy could barely hear Bing. There was a bass pounding in the background. Glasses were clinking and Darcy was pretty sure Bing was slurring his words.

"I can't – I can't hear you," said Darcy a little louder. Bing said something about Jane, he sounded depressed and drunk. It was a rare combination, but Darcy had seen it before. It wasn't pretty.

"Can you go outside or something?" he was half-shouting at this point. He had covered his ear trying to focus on what Bing was saying.

Fitz had already arrived at Lizzie building and they sat there awkwardly for a moment. It sounded like Darcy wasn't going to be off the phone soon.

Gigi finally turned in her seat.

"Hey," she said. "Why don't I help you carry the food up."

Lizzie couldn't help, but feel disappointed. It wasn't like this was a date. She didn't need to be walked to the door, but still…

"No, I'm fine. Really. Thank you so much for today. I had an amazing time."

"Of course! I had a great time too. And I'll go ahead and speak for my brother and said he did too."

Fitz cleared his throat.

"And I'm sure Fitz had an excellent time as well."

Lizzie looked over at Darcy who was so focused on Bing that he hadn't realized the car had stopped.

"Tell your brother thank you when he gets off the phone."

Lizzie opened her door and grabbed the boxes of food. She looked over at Darcy one last time before closing the door.

Darcy wasn't aware of what was happening until the door slammed shut. He looked up and saw Lizzie's empty seat. She walked past his window and up the small staircase to the front door as Bing continued to mumble in Darcy's ear.

Goddammit he thought.