A/N: The next chapter may not be up for a while. It's only half written and I have exams on Wednesday -que panicking- This is a short chapter for all the Will/Saffi fans. Enjoy!

Will looked down at Saffi who was browsing through the card selection in WH Smith. Her soft, chocolate brown eyes moved up and down as she tried to find the right one. They were all pleased that Allan's surgery had gone well and he was awake, complaining and being a real pain in the ass for the hospital staff. They denied all of the rumours about him being a junkie (not surprisingly, they had all been started by Gisborne and Vaysey) and assured everyone that he would be fine, as long as he rested. He smiled, he didn't think Allan would have any trouble staying in bed for a few weeks.

"We should get a birthday card for, Robin," Saffi said, still flicking through cards. "His birthday is in a few weeks, yes?"

He nodded. They were going to host it at Much's house. He'd known Robin since he was about six. He found it hard to believe that so much time had passed; yet Robin hadn't really changed. He was still the cocky, energetic boy Will had met in primary school.

He looked over at Saffi, who was now digging through birthday cards. The two of them hadn't really talked about what had happened between them whilst he was visiting his mother at the hospital. He didn't know if it was because she was embarrassed about it or if she regretted it, but it was driving him crazy not knowing what was going through her mind.

He ran a hand through his thick dark hair, making it stand on end and opened his mouth. He thought about asking her something, but changed his mind at the last second. A wrong word could break their friendship. For better or worse.

She picked two cards out and they made their way to the cash register. After paying they decided to get something to eat, as they both skipped lunch to hang out in the library together in an attempt to avoid Vaysey and Gisborne, who never ventured into anywhere remotely intellectual.

Will sipped at his drink, sucking the liquid up through a bright blue straw, but not tasting it. He watched as Saffi pooped the last chip into her mouth. He stared at her smooth mocha latte skin as she threw the wrappers in the bin and stood up.

"Ready to go?" she asked.

He nodded wordlessly and followed her out of the food court.

"Something on your mind?" she asked.

He pressed his lips tightly together for a brief moment before sucking in a deep breath. "Do you…I don't know…maybe want to, go out sometime?" he dragged out, instantly regretting it once the words left his mouth.

Her forehead creased in confusion. "We're out now."

He could feel his pale skin blushing as red as a tomato. He absentmindedly played with the hem of his shirt to give him something to do with his hands. "I-I mean. On a, I don't know, date or something?" he mumbled quietly, not sure if she would be able to understand him.

A smile graced her soft features, her eyes gleaming. She looked up at him with her chocolate brown eyes. "I'd love to," she reached over and entwined her fingers with his. "There, now it's a date."

He smiled, finally feeling his heart rate begin to return to normal. Robin made it look so easy – just go up to a girl you like and ask her out. But then, look at him and Marian now, not even speaking to each other, yet alone anything more. He ran a thumb slowly over her knuckles as they carried on walking, thrilled that she hadn't laughed at him.

Rain began to pour from the grey, gloomy clouds up above them. Will sighed, typical British weather. They huddled next to each other under the bus stop to keep warm. Saffi wrapped her arms around him and rested her head lightly on his chest. She took a deep breath; he smelled like soap and fabric softener.

"How's your mother?" she asked tenderly. Her father didn't like giving her information about Mrs Scarlet, saying that it was Will's decision to tell her. And then there was the whole doctor/patient confidentiality thing. But she could read her father like a open book; Will masked his emotions well, but she'd picked up on the little things he did unconsciously when he was upset or annoyed.

He blew out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair. "No better, but no worse either."

She just nodded; it wasn't her place to pry. "She told me," he began hesitantly. "That you'd been staying with her sometimes. At night. Is that true?"

Saffi bit the inside of her mouth and nodded again. She'd only briefly spoken to Mrs Scarlet, but she seemed to know who she was, Will must have told his mother about her. She was an amazing woman, so much like her son. Even when she knew she was dying she was cheerful around others.

Saffi was worried about what he was going to say. After all, she had no right to be there, she wasn't a relative.

"Thank you," he whispered into her hair.

"You're welcome," she replied just as quietly as he had spoken. "I like your mother. She reminds me of you. She's got the same…spark as you do."

"Really?"

"You're a lot like her," Saffi told him, leaning in closer to him, enjoying the warmth he provided. "You both have the same…I don't know how to describe it…you both have a way of drawing people towards you."

He took a moment to process what she had just said. "Thanks," he said, his eyes staring at the bus timetable in front of him.

"For what?" she asked in confusion.

"For being there for me," Will said, shifting slightly so he could look her in the eye, emerald green meeting chocolate brown. "For being you. I'm glad we met. I'm glad I know you."

Saffi stared into his eyes, finding nothing but honesty, admiration and affection in them. She felt her heart rate speed up, thumping against her rib cage. She stood on her tiptoes and leaned in closer. She stopped just short of his face and smiled before closing the distance between them.

Sorry if those last lines sounded really cheesy, but I had a bit of writer's block with this chapter.