Date Night

"Do you feel comfortable in it?" Red asked, smiling as she watched Mary do a small spin in her mirror. Though the smile fell when she saw Mary cross her arms and look at the mirror uncertainly.

"I don't know…" Mary mumbled, eyeing her dress in the mirror, would Garry like this? Would he find it too gaudy or unattractive?

"Remember, you don't want to overdress, just go with something you're comfortable in," Red reminder her for the umpteenth time. Mary glanced over at her away from the mirror, and Red could see her about to burst with questions.

"Should I show off some cleavage you think? Guys like that kind of stuff, right?" Mary asked, "How much skin do I need to show off? Is he going to care if I wear shorts instead of a skirt?" She started to voice all of her concerns to Red, since the woman always seem to know what was best in most situations.

"Mary, Mary!" Red interrupted her with a raised hand, "Wear whatever is comfortable!"

Mary sighed, "You keep saying that, but I don't know if I feel comfortable in anything." She walked away to the mirror towards her bed, where she had all sorts of clothes laid out on it roughly organized. She looked through them, trying to figure out a good combination, but it was more difficult than she could imagine.

"Then maybe you should create some clothes to wear?" Red suggested. She walked over to Mary's side and looked down at the choices, "Especially if you can't figure out something from this."

"No," Mary shook her head and with a loud groan, she sat down on her bed, "It takes me a few hours to make it just right, and I don't have all day to do that stuff."

"True," Red muttered, sitting beside Mary, and she put a comforting arm on her shoulder, "Why don't you just go in something casual then? You know, just something you'd normally wear."

"I could do that, but…" Mary bit her bottom lip and looked over to red nervously, "Shouldn't I at least dress up a little?"

"Do you want to do that?" Red asked, getting back to her initial question. She saw Mary give her a halfhearted glare for doing that, but she finally looked down thoughtfully at her hands as they gripped the hem of the dress she was wearing.

A few seconds later, Mary finally looked back up to Red, and nodded her head, "I – I think so." Mary muttered uncertainly at first. "Yeah, I do." She added on with more conviction a second later.

"If you want to do it, then do it." Red shrugged, "It's as simple as that." That had been what she was saying all day, but Mary finally seemed to understand, since she made her first real decision that day to dress up instead of going casual.

"Ok!" Mary nodded, standing up and taking off her current dress, and she tossed it aside onto the floor. She looked down at her bed, where she had most of her clothes still laid out, and picked out a green blouse, "Do you think he'd like the color green, or do you think he's sick of it?"

Red shook her head, "You know the answer to that." She saw Mary roll her eyes, but other than that, she only gave some verbal confirmation of what Red had been saying.

"Yeah, you're right." Mary mumbled, "Whatever is comfortable." She looked at it for a few seconds, and then she gently set it aside as she picked out a skirt to wear as well. Both items were modest – the skirt reaching to just above her knees, and they both covered a lot of skin, with the blouse itself barely showing any skin whatsoever.

"To answer your earlier question," Red spoke up, "I think that it's better if you don't show off your skin on the first date. Leave it to the guy's imagination. They like that kind of stuff, and it gives them a better impression of you."

"Did you read that somewhere?" Mary asked, giving Red an accusing glance.

Though it was not a serious question, Red still blushed, and she crossed her arms and shrugged, "Hm, well, maybe."

Mary ignored her for the most part and put on her clothes. With that done, she walked back towards the mirror and did a little twirl, but she again frowned, "It's missing something."

"I agree, actually." Red spoke up, giving an actual opinion for the first time. She looked back at Mary's bed, and finally picked out a cardigan, "Here, try this."

Mary looked at the garment, and she shrugged as she put it on. Looking at herself in the mirror, she started to chuckle and do a bit of posing just for the sake of it, "I think this doesn't look too bad, actually." She smiled; the white complimented her green blouse quite nicely, giving off an almost elegant look.

"Now that we've got that settled, it's time for some make-up." Red smiled, this was honestly what the woman was waiting for the entire day, and Mary could see a glint of excitement in the woman's eyes.

Mary giggled at her expression, "You're acting too excited about this."

"I've been looking forward to this for a while." Red replied, going over to Mary's dresser, where she had all sorts of make-up scattered atop it. She picked out a few, and then went over to the bed where she set them down. She looked over to Mary and exclaimed, "Now come on, get over here!" Not wanting to keep Red waiting, and feeling a bit excited herself, Mary did exactly as she asked.

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Garry wiped the sweat off his brow as he finished the second room for his date, and he walked out into the hall and made sure to set up lights all around so it wouldn't be quite so dark. He put a lot of work into that room, so he really hoped that Mary would like it. He was amazed that he even got that much done with how little time he had to do it, even with the amount of help her got, but he was glad he did it; since he was almost sure Mary would love it. He glanced down at his watch, and noticed that it was an hour until six. Letting out a curse, he rushed back to the doll room (with a legion of dolls behind him), and quickly started to prepare.

"Can you go fetch me some water?" He asked Chucky, as he wiped away some sweat on his brow with the sleeve of his dirtied shirt.

"Sure thing." Chucky answered, leaving with some dolls to go do as Garry asked. With that done, Garry quickly began to get dressed, throwing off his worn clothes, and then he put on his polo shirt and his jeans he had brought. When he got those on, he started to comb his hair, though he had to use the dolls to make sure that he was doing it right, since there wasn't a mirror in there at all. Occasionally the dolls would start clapping, and that was when he knew that he was going in the right direction when it came to how his hair looked. "Here, Garry!" Chucky burst back into the room, holding a cup of water.

"Thank you," Garry replied as he reached down and took hold of the cup, gulping down the contents within seconds. He let out a big sigh, and set the cup aside, and crossed his arms, "So, how do I look? I think I may have made this date a little more fancy than I was anticipating, so do you think this is nice? Should I go get a suit?"

"Eh, all right I guess." Chucky muttered, glancing at him up and down. Garry looked down to the doll in surprise at her statement though, and the doll helplessly shrugged.

"It's just all right? Why?" Garry asked, genuinely curious to know why the doll thought that.

"It could be better is all I'm saying," Chucky replied with a shrug, and she went over to rejoin her family on the shelf, jumping up nearly arranged stacks of boxes to do so, "I think you're fine regardless of what I say, I really doubt Mary will give two craps what you look like."

"Maybe you're right…" Garry muttered, tapping his chin in thought, "But still… If you think it's not too good looking, maybe Mary would think the same thing."

"Sheesh, just go!" Chucky shouted in annoyance, and all of the dolls started chanting for him to do so as well.

"I guess I will since you all say so, I'll be sure to plan these things out from now on instead of doing it spur of the moment." With that stated her gave a nod, "I'm going to go see if Mary's ready now. Thank you all for your help!" He bowed gracefully to the dolls present in the room, emitting loud cheers, "If it weren't for you guys, I wouldn't have gotten even a tenth of what I wanted to do done!"

"It was nothing," Chucky replied, "Go have fun on your date." There was a bunch of high-pitch giggling as he left the room and closed the door behind him, and a stray thought hit him again – it was so weird how he was interacting with those dolls so casually now. There used to be a time over six years ago when he was afraid of those dolls, but now, well, he honestly didn't really mind them. They were nice company, really, and they were very helpful too if you were to ask nicely.

He let go of that train of thought however as he entered the black room towards Mary's house, and he opened the door, and walked across the hall to the door to Mary's room. He gave it a knock, "Hello, Mary?"

"Garry?" Mary answered immediately with a yelp, "You're here early!"

Garry checked his watch and winced, "Actually, it's six fifteen." He replied back nervously, chuckling under his breath. Well, at least Mary wasn't prepared either, so it was all right that he was late, right?

"What?! It's that late already?" Mary cried out, "Crap! Can you give me ten more minutes?!"

"That's fine." Garry answered, and he leaned against the wall next to her door, and he could have sworn he heard something laughing on the other side of the door, and then he remembered – Red, she was in there with her. What was only supposed to be ten minutes dragged into twenty minutes, and then twenty minutes dragged into thirty minutes. Garry was now slumped against the wall, twiddling his thumbs as he waited…

… And waited…

… And waited some more…

Finally, as it neared seven, he could hear the door to Mary's room unlocking, and he quickly jumped to his feet, and he let out a little curse as he realized that his legs were numb. He slapped them to return feeling into them, and then he quickly got back up to his feet and looked to the door to see Red there, looking at him in amusement.

"Uh… Hello." He really hoped she didn't see him making a fool out of himself.

"I bet you're glad that I'm standing here and not Mary, huh?" She couldn't stop the smirk that crossed her face, "Well, I'll be leaving now, you two love birds have a good time, all right?"

"Thank you, Red!" Mary called out, and soon the woman left, leaving Garry standing there feeling like an idiot, and Mary still in the room. Garry shook his head, and stood up straighter, and looked inside the room to see Mary walking out, and he had to stop himself from allowing his jaw to fall and his eyes to wander. She looked absolutely gorgeous, stunning, beautiful, any other word he could think of to describe the pinnacle of beauty would be appropriate.

She wore a green blouse and a cardigan over that, and she wore a skirt that reached down to her knees. In addition to that, she was wearing heels that boosted her height up a few inches, and her hair was tied into a bun, and stray strands came down in a curl, reaching to just below her chin. She wore more make-up than she ever had before – Her eyebrows looked more defined, the eye shadow made her green eyes seem brighter, there was hint of blush on her cheeks, and her lips were a delicate and subtle shade pinker than usual. Overall, she looked astounding.

"How do I look?" She asked nervously, averting her eyes since he was staring too long. That was a good sign, right?

"Amazing," he breezily answered, wishing that he could just walk over and kiss her right there. The only other woman he had seen in all these years that he even had a remote interest in was Red, but she never made him feel like this… He didn't want to use a corny line, saying that she looked like an angel or something, but really… she looked very good.

She blushed, just adding to her overall beauty, "Thank you."

Remembering what he intended to do, Garry shook out of his daze, though he did keep glancing back at her every now and then, and he bowed down to her, and he stole a line out of a corny romance novel, "May I have your hand?"

Mary smiled, "You may." She placed her hand in his, and blushed when she watched his hand wrap around hers. Never before had she wanted to be able to feel than at that moment. She wanted to feel his hand around hers, to feel his kiss, to feel his body… She pushed those thoughts aside before they ruined the moment, but they were always there, lurking in the background. Fortunately, it seemed that Garry wouldn't give her much time to dwell on those thoughts, since he had begun to lead her out of the house, and to the beginning of their date.

She looked around, wide eyed at the path that he set up for them to go through – the halls were lined with all sorts of new lights that weren't there before! It was so bright, and it felt as if they were walking through some new place, despite the fact that she had visited every area in the gallery more times that she could count. In addition to the lights lining the wall however, there was also a carpet on the ground that the two were walking on, again adding to the new feeling of this all.

"In here," He let go of her hand, and eagerly went to the door that the carpet led them to, and he opened the door for her, allowing her to go in first. She blushed, feeling that special feeling again in her mind, and she went in to the room, but stopped when she entered, and stood there, staring in shock.

"Garry…?" She gasped in astonishment, looking around the room, her eyes slowly widening as she took in the view.

"Do you like it?" He asked, walking in and standing beside her. He couldn't help but let a grin cover his face when he noticed how enraptured she was by the view.

"It's beautiful." She whispered her answer as she just continued to look. The somewhat small room had a table in the middle where the two of them could sit, with an elegant chandelier situated above it. She had no idea HOW he managed to even get that there! In addition to that however, and what caused her to stop in amazement, was that three of the walls had gigantic murals on them – depicting vast landscapes, and there were lights placed in strategic locations to make them look even better. One of the landscapes was a dense forest, with a river parting its way through. Another painting was open plains, and the lights made it look like the sun was shining on the yellow field. The final one was a picture depicting the top of a city scape, showing off all sorts of things she had never seen before.

"How did you do it?" She asked in wonder, even if it was Garry, a certified art professor, she knew he couldn't have done all of this in just a day.

"I had a lot of help. There was no way I'd be able to do this in a month, let alone a single day on my own." He replied, "Chucky and her family, along with some of the other paintings decided to help me out."

Even knowing that, the fact that they managed to get this much done in ten hours still seemed nearly impossible, "It's amazing." She repeated, allowing him to understand her awe. She felt very special, knowing that he would go through all of this trouble just for her.

He chuckled, "I'm glad you like it, but I didn't bring you in here to just admire the pictures. Come on, let's sit down." She did as he asked; going to the chair that he pulled out for her. The chair and table both had very elegant looking patterns on them, and she was almost hesitant to sit on it, since it looked like a work of art. Finally she relented, and seated herself as close to the edge as she could. The top of the table had nothing on it, except for a candle in the middle that was already lit.

He chuckled, "This reminds me of old movies I used to watch when two people would go out on a date. It's a bit cliché, but I hope you'll enjoy it." He gave her a warm smile which she was very quick to return.

At this point, she didn't think that it was possible for her to not enjoy anything he did for her, so she just smiled, "I'm sure I will." Whatever was cliché for him was definitely not for her, and if cliché meant being this kind to her and giving her such a good time, she truly did not mind it one bit.

It was at that point when a headless mannequin opened the door to the room, and walked in holding a tray. Garry couldn't hide his smile as he watched the mannequin do its job, and it put down a dish for both Garry and Mary, before it walked off back where it came, being sure to close the door behind it. Mary blinked in surprise as it walked out, and she turned back to look at Garry in astonishment, "How did you convince him to do that?"

"I didn't." Garry replied with a short laugh, "I told you I got some help, Blue convinced him for me." He saw Mary's face immediately frown with worry.

"You told Blue about this?" Mary asked worriedly. Blue was quite envious of her relationship to Garry, though not nearly as much as Yellow, she supposed. Still, she wouldn't have told them anything.

"Don't worry," He smiled calmingly at her, "I told her that if she messed this up, then I would personally make sure that she would be punished." Perhaps Mary's behavior was rubbing off on him, since that was something she'd normally say to them – it was natural, right? He and Mary had seen so much of each other every single day for the past six or seven years that it was just normal for their behaviors to affect one another.

"That's quite a threat." Mary noted, though she did seem calmer, and her frown was replaced with a small smile instead. Garry felt better immediately upon seeing it, glad that she wasn't frowning anymore.

"It worked – she did as I asked." He shrugged. As far as he was concerned, that was all there was to it, and there was no reason for Mary to be worried.

Mary smiled, "It did." With that said, she looked down at the dish that was presented to her; Mary finally noticed that on it were some fruit – melon she believed. She looked up at Garry, and noticed that he was giving her a worried glance, and then she realized what he was trying to do. He was trying his damn best to make this as 'normal' of a date for her as possible, even down to what they would eat. He was trying to make her feel like a normal girl. She felt tears stinging her eyes, but she quickly blinked a few times to get rid of them, not wanting to ruin the make-up that Red spent so long applying, and she used the fork provided and smiled to Garry as she ate the food.

Following that, the door opened yet again, and the mannequin came back and took their now empty dishes, and replaced them with another dish, this time it had weird little… ball things. Mary had NO idea what they were, so she looked up at Garry. "It's Caviar." He supplied helpfully, grinning at her confused expression.

"What's that?" She asked in wonder, looking at the foreign food. She picked up her fork again, and began to poke at the balls, since it was yet again something she had never seen before.

"They're fish eggs, essentially." Garry replied, glancing down at the food.

"Really?" She mumbled, piercing through it with her fork, "Are they good?"

"I've never had it before," He chuckled, "So it'll be something new for both of us."

Mary smiled, glad that he had included her in that statement, and she nodded, "Yeah." She giggled as she watched Garry start to eat it, and watched him make a few faces. If she had to guess, she figured that he didn't like it, and for once she was glad that she couldn't taste it as she ate it, and she simply watched Garry in amusement.

Like before, their dish was taken and replaced with another one, this time a bowl of soup was placed in front of both of them. "Just out of curiosity," Mary spoke up, "How many dishes are we going to eat?"

"Six, I think." He mumbled, "I just told one of the dolls to go find something on it in the library, and now I just have them working to make sure they get the right stuff." He tried the soup in front of him, and he allowed a pleased smile to cross his face. Too bad, Mary was enjoying watching him making faces as he tried his best not to gag or spit out his last dish.

The next dish was a salad, and Mary looked at it oddly. "It's salad." He explained to her.

"I know, but it just looks like a bunch of leaves." She replied, "People actually eat this stuff?" She picked up one of the 'leaves' and looked at it closely. It just looked like a leaf no matter how she looked at it.

"It's better than you think," He chuckled, watching as she examined it, "And make sure you never say that to a vegetarian, they would lecture you for hours."

"A vegetarian?" She mumbled, setting it back down on her plate and giving him a confused look, "What's that?"

"Huh…" He tapped his chin, "That word actually hasn't come up since I've known you, weird." He shook his head, "It's just a person who doesn't eat meat, that's all."

"Why would you do that?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. Wasn't meat essential for the human diet for protein? Why would someone willingly not eat it?

"I'm not the right person to ask that," he chuckled, "I don't know myself. I don't think I could go for very long without eating meat."

"That's something to look up then," She noted, and Garry could see the fire ignite in her eyes. The next chance she got to go to the library, she would definitely be looking that up, and he would undoubted learn exactly why people want to be vegetarians, since he knew she'd be very eager to share the information. However, that wasn't here and now, so he simply ate the salad, and allowed the mannequin to take the dish away and replaced it with the fifth course.

This was the main course of the meal. There was steak that was cut into thin slices and served to each of them. Beside the steak was a potato was still steaming, and a roll was also served. Mary watched Garry eye it like a predator would eye its prey, and she couldn't help but smile as he went at it, holding back a little to make sure he wasn't acting like a complete slob. She couldn't help it, and she started to laugh after a few seconds. "Uh…" He stopped and looked up at her.

"Sorry!" She giggled a little bit more, "I'm sorry! It's just… The way you're eating that!" Garry was glad that Mary was Mary, and not some other girl, since he realized belatedly that perhaps he was eating it a bit too sloppily. If it was some other girl, he would have lost his chance with her, but Mary only laughed and seemed to be in an even better mood than before, since she was smiling brightly at him. Regardless, he still blushed, and nervously chuckled.

"I won't do that again. It's just really good, is all." He sat up straighter, and tried to eat more like a gentleman this time, he owed her that much at the very least.

"I'm sure it is delicious," She stated, still smiling as she watched him. She finally started to eat her own after watching him for a few more seconds.

It took a little bit, but eventually the mannequin arrived and took that dish away, placing a sixth dish in front of both of them. Mary's eyes widened and she let out an 'ohhh' as they were both served a slice of cake with a scoop of ice cream beside it. Additionally, they were served what looked like a very fancy glass, and some weird colored liquid was poured into the glasses. "What's this?" Mary asked, reaching for the glass, and gently stirring the contents with her finger.

"It's red wine," He answered, "Port wine, I believe." He took his own wine glass and took a little sip. She saw him smile, "Not bad."

"I see." She muttered, looking at her own now with a raised eyebrow. She read about wine, she knew it was an alcoholic beverage that was usually used during fancy parties and such, though it didn't have to be.

"You can have some tea instead, if you'd like." Garry replied, seeing that she was hesitant about drinking it.

She again smiled, feeling very special again, realizing that despite the fact that she wouldn't even be able to taste it to begin with, Garry was still treating her with absolute respect. She shook her head, "No, I'll try the wine. Thank you." She started to dig into the cake and ice cream, and given how Garry reacted to it, since he was smiling as he ate it. She too really liked it for different reasons – usually she at least knew how hard or soft something was with the amount of effort it took for her to chew it. The cake and ice cream however, simply seem to melt once it entered her mouth, something she wasn't quite used to. It was a novel experience, and she enjoyed it almost as much as Garry did.

The mannequin came back in and took their dishes when they were done, and simply left a small tray between the two of them with cookies on it, he refilled their wine glasses, and took his leave shortly after. Mary reached for a cookie, and nibbled on it, looking around at the paintings as she did so. "Did you enjoy it?" Garry asked, as he watched her looking around.

"This is the final course?" She asked instead of answering the question he gave her.

"Yeah, it was seven courses, not six. My bad." He replied with a small chuckle. He noted that she didn't answer his question though, and he was starting to worry, but like always, he realized that when it came to Mary, he really shouldn't worry too much.

She smiled brightly at him when she was finished looking at the paintings again, "I liked it a lot, thank you so much Garry, you don't know how much this means to me."

"I'm glad that you're so happy." He replied, and that wasn't a lie. He felt absolutely relieved that she seemed to be having such a good time, and was very happy that she enjoyed herself so much.

"Though I'm sad that the date is over all ready…" She let out a sad sigh, "You made me feel very special, Garry… Thank you so much."

"Actually, it's not over." He replied, grinning at her when her head perked up.

Her eyes shot open, and she smiled widely, "Really, there's more?" She didn't want to act like an excitable little kid, but she immensely enjoyed herself, so if he set up more, then she was very excited to see what else he had in store.

"I have one more thing planned." He replied, laughing at how excited she was.

"What is it?!" She asked excitedly, her eyes were shining with mirth, and she actually leaned forward a bit as she was looking at him.

"It's not quite as fancy as this," He chuckled, trying to hide his nervousness, "But I think you'll enjoy it regardless."

"At this point, I don't think there is much that you can do to make me not enjoy it." She replied honestly, "I've loved every moment of this so far!"

"I'm really glad to see you so happy." He replied with a less smile, "Are you ready to move on?"

She nodded, "I'm ready!" He stood up from his seat and went over to her, offering her his hand. She gratefully accepted it, and he led her out of the room and into the hallway, down the path they came from. A few minutes later, he turned and they continued onto a new path, it was yet another hallway that was decorated differently. Unlike the one before though, there wasn't a red carpet, but it still felt pretty new. They went to another door, and like before he opened it for her, letting her step in first.

As she walked in, she noticed the TV immediately, and her eyes locked onto it, "What is that thing?" She couldn't help but ask. It was something she'd never seen before, and she walked over to it with curiosity.

"It's a TV." He answered, "I promise you that this will be something new for you." He walked beside her, and he took hold of her shoulder and started to lead her to sit down.

"Something new?" She asked, as she allowed him to lead her to the couch in the middle of the room, and the two sat down on it. Garry then reached to the table on his end of the couch, and pulled out several thin cases. She was anticipating something amazing, since she had truly never seen something like this before.

"These are movies," He explained, showing her the thin plastic cases. Her eyes lit up then – she knew what that word meant, at the very least.

"What? Movies? Really? You mean like the moving pictures?" she asked excitedly, "How did you manage to find those?" She looked down at the cases he was showing her, and her eyes were alight with joy.

"They were in the library the whole time." He answered with a short laugh, "I guess we should have thought about this a lot sooner, huh?"

"Really? They were there the whole time?" She mumbled, "I didn't know at all."

"Neither did I! So I thought we could end this date with a movie." He replied to her, "And I'll let you pick out which one you want to watch. I decided to just go with Disney movies for now."

She looked through the several movies he had showed her, and she felt her excitement racing as she looked at the back of each movie and read the synopsis for each one. After a few minutes, she finally settled on 'The Lion King', handing it to him, "This one sounds good."

Garry nodded, "That is a good one. I remember watching that when it first came out in theaters a long time ago, I was just a little kid." He stood up, and went over to the TV set, and put the movie in, and then he went to sit back down beside her and turned off the lights in the room, and he started the movie with his remote.

Mary almost instinctively leaned into Garry's side as it started, and she watched in near awe as the movie began to play. This was the first time she had ever seen something like this – it was like the drawings were actually moving! It looked incredible, and she found herself letting out an excited gasp every now and then. When the sad parts played, she began to tear up – it was so sad how his father died, and he went over to his body to try and see if he was still alive! How could the movie be so cruel! She felt Garry's arm hold her firmly as she continued to watch.

When it ended, she let out a loud cheer and started to clap, and even Garry joined in with her as she continued to do it. "That was amazing!" She gushed, looking over to him, "Are ALL of them like that?!"

"They're different stories, but yeah, all of Disney's movies pretty much follow the same formula." Garry replied. She smiled, reached up to wipe her eyes, and then realized that by crying during that movie she had ruined some of the make-up around her eyes. She blinked a few times, and let out an annoyed groan. "Use this," Garry spoke up, handing her a tissue that he had in his pants pocket. She gratefully accepted it, and wiped away the makeup around her eyes.

"Thank you." She told him as she wiped away the ruined make-up around her eyes.

"You're welcome." Garry replied, smiling at her. He was thrilled that he made her so happy, and he was even happier that she was so into everything he did. He wasn't sure if the date would be successful, but given how much she was smiling and enjoying herself, he knew he did well.

"Garry…" She mumbled, breaking him out of his thoughts.

"Yes, Mary?" He still had his arm over her shoulder, and he looked questioningly at her, wondering what she had to say.

How could she show him that she appreciated everything he did for her during their date? Not only their date actually… For the fact that he stayed with her, that he loved her, that he was willing to do so much for her! This intense feeling she felt inside her mind – her love for him – she wanted to show him how much she loved him. Knowing of at least one way to do just that, she reached up, and wrapped her arms around his neck, and leaned in for a kiss. She melted in his grasp, and she let out a few gasps as they continued to kiss, before they finally parted. "I know I said it already, but thank you so much, for everything." She whispered in his ear.

"You're very welcome." He replied, keeping his arms firmly wrapped around her. She didn't mind his hold, and she too held onto him, smiling the entire time, so glad to have someone so loving staying with her. She leaned up to kiss him again and then again after that, and some more after that. It took them a while to leave that room, and finally head back to their bedroom to turn in for the night. The next date was planned for the following weekend, and both of them really looked forward to it.

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Notes:

I've never been to such a fancy restaurant before, so I looked up a seven-course meal online. If I didn't do it correctly, I'm sorry.

Furthermore, I dug myself into a hole in regards to how much Garry managed to get done in a single day. I wanted him to do all of that, but I realize now after revising it how ridiculous it is that he managed to do it in such a short time. I should have made him ask her out a week ahead of time, because then it would at least be believable. Regardless, I hope you enjoyed it.

Thank you for reading!