"Hey Mick you seen Whitney?" John asked his best female friend as he playfully tugged on the end of her ponytail.

"Why is something wrong ... oh my god she isn't sick is she?" Mickie was instantly worried.

John gave her a strange look. "Not that I know of." He remarked. "Unless there is something you know that I do not."

"I don't know anything." Mickie said flatly trying to throw him off her scent. "Nope ... not a damn thing. I never know things." She frowned as if that fact bothered her.

"You are a weirdo." He seemed not to suspect anything. She breathed a sigh of relief.

"You sure you are ok?" he asked taking a sip of her latte only to make a face seconds later because it was too sweet for him.

"You always do that." She laughed at him and handed him a napkin.

"Some days it isn't as sweet." He responded as he used the napkin to wipe his tongue off. "Anyways I haven't seen Whitney all day and I wanted to know if you had."

"I think she said something about having a doctor's appointment." Mickie had remembered hearing her mention something like that the night before. "Yep ... that is where she is. Having her heart checked out." Her eyes went wide as she realized what she had just said. Some friend she was. She felt horrible.

"What's the matter with her heart?" John asked. He had remembered her saying that she was very sick at one time in her life. Maybe it was her heart that had been affected.

"Umm ... she might have mentioned getting a lot of heart burn." She hoped her lie sounded convincing. "I don't really know ... maybe it was her stomach she said was bothering her and not her heart. That makes so much more sense I mean come on she is a young woman. There is no need for her to lets say have a heart transplant or anything like that." She laughed nervously as if the thought were absurd.

John seemed to ponder it for a moment. "Yea you are probably right."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure." She agreed.

"Do you think if I asked Whit to dinner she would go ... nothing serious I just wanna thank her for doing such a great job keeping me in line."

Mickie mentally had an Aww moment. "I do not see why she wouldn't. Especially if it is as platonic as you say."

"I'm kinda nervous. It's been a while since I took a woman out in any shape or form." He scratched the back of his head.

"I am sure it will be fine. How about you go and try to find her." Mickie suggested.

"Ok." He stood back up and left.

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He decided to try her room once again. This time he could hear music playing from within. He knocked and heard her yell to come in. He found her with her palms against the floor and the lower half of her body in the arm. Some sort of yoga stretch he deduced.

"Well hello there." He wolf whistled which caused her to blush furiously.

She straightened up and swiped the hair out of her face. "You saw nothing." She told him.

"Well that specific kind of nothing is my favorite kind of nothing." He gave her a wink.

"Was there something you needed or did you just want to make me completely embarrassed?" she asked.

"I wanted to thank you for all the hard work you have done by taking you to dinner tonight. Not as in like a date but just to show my gratitude. Just two people sharing a meal ... with absolutely no strings attached." He began to sweat a little as he rocked back and forth on his heels.

"Umm ... ok. Yea that will be fine. Meet me back here at like seven." She said.

"Really?" his voice rose a few octaves in surprise.

"Yea. Unless you want to change your mind."

"No!" he exclaimed a little too loudly. "I just didn't expect you to be so quick to agree."

"You said it yourself it is not a date." She returned to her yoga.

"By the way I still have a few questions left to ask you and you have to answer them honestly." He told her.

"Ok ..." she was a little confused on what he could possibly want to ask her but she would answer what he asked to the best of his ability.

"See you tonight then." He said.

"Till tonight." She called to him as he let himself out of her room.