Here's the next chapter sports fans!

Will She? Won't She? You'll finally get your answer. Hope you like.

Don't own Twilight...Duh...

Kira POV

Seth looked at me with a smile on his face and hope in his eyes.

I couldn't lie to myself, he looked incredible. He was wearing jeans and a green button down shirt. The shirt was tight enough to reveal just a hint of what lie beneath it. He was around 6 inches taller that me, even without shoes, and his hair was in stylish disarray. I didn't realized I was staring until he cleared his throat. I could feel the blush rush to my face as I mumbled an apology and looked away. What was wrong with me! I was acting like a lovesick teenager for crying out loud!

Seth broke the tension by approaching me. "You look beautiful." He took my hand and leaned in to kiss my cheek. It felt like my heart was beating embarrassingly loud.

"Not that it wasn't obvious by my staring episode, but you look very nice too. I'm sorry about that. It was rude."

Seth laughed at my uncomfortable apology. He stroked my hand gently with his thumb. "I need to apologize to you as well."

"I'm confused. What do you need to apologize for?" I asked, trying my best to focus my thoughts with the distraction he was creating with my hand.

"I almost knocked you out earlier. I didn't mean to hurt you."

I smiled warmly up at him, placing my hand on top of the one he was currently holding. "You didn't hurt me, Seth. The emotion was just very strong. This imprinting must really be powerful stuff. It took me by surprise, that's all. But I accept your apology if you accept mine."

Seth beamed at me. "You have a deal."

We stood there just looking at each other for what felt like hours, but I'm sure was only a few moments. I finally broke the moment by pulling away from him slightly.

"I've thought about it and I'm ready to talk this out with you, but can we do it over dinner? I know you just ate, but I haven't eaten since breakfast and my legs are still a little weak from the emotional overload. We can go to the restaurant downstairs."

"Oh, yeah, I can eat."

I could only laugh at that. Same old Seth. He grabbed his wallet and card key, slipping his shoes on at the same time. We walked down the hall and into the elevator in silence. At the ground floor, I took his arm and let him escort me. Holding his arm with mine was almost as distracting as when he held my hand. I suddenly remembered something and stopped him before we made the final turn before the restaurant.

"What color are my eyes?" I asked Seth, looking up at his face.

"Ah...Blue?" He replied as if it were a trick question.

I let out a long breath and Seth looked at me, confused.

"I can't exactly walk around here with white eyes. My emotions are a bit off and my eyes will fade when I'm emotionally stressed." I touched the glasses hanging on my shirt. "That's why I brought these. Let me know if I need to put them on, won't you?"

"Not a problem." We turned the corner and found the entrance to the restaurant. The Host greeting at the door saw me coming and smiled. Evan had been working at the casino almost as long as I had. He was tall and thin with perfectly styled blond hair. He was also extremely flamboyant. I hated to use the stereotype for gay men, but Evan fit it dead on. He was very comfortable about it though. He took pride in the way we was, often joking that he's been out of the closet since birth.

Evan hurried out from behind his podium, giving me one of his customary hugs.

"OMG, Kira, you look amazing tonight!" He pulled away from me and appraised Seth, then returned his attention to me. "And who is this fine example of a man?"

Seth turned slightly red. He probably didn't have the opportunity to be drooled over by someone such as Evan very often. I had to hold back a laugh.

"This is my friend, Seth." I took his arm once again, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Seth, this is Evan. He is, by far, the brightest shining star in this city."

Evan swatted me on the shoulder gently, laughing at my introduction. "Oh, you are just too much, sweetie, but it's so true. It's nice to meet you Seth. Any friend of Kira's is a friend of mine." He leaned over towards Seth, shaking is hand. "And you can be my friend anytime."

This time I couldn't hold back my laugh. The look on Seth's face was priceless. He was mildly confused and just a bit embarrassed. Ah, good ole Evan. Evan didn't miss a beat. He released Seth, turning back to his podium and producing two menus.

"I'm guessing a nice, quiet table in the back is in order tonight?" He asked, smiling at us. He led us through the only half filled dinning room to one of the intimate booths in the back section. These were reserved for the couples who came in and looked like they wanted to be alone. I'd have to send Evan some of his favorite chocolates for this one. Usually I sat at the bar, even when I was with someone, but apparently the vibes Seth and I were giving off reeked of intimacy. Of course Evan would pick up on them. Sometimes I wondered if he was empathic, too.

"Here you go, dears. Have a great dinner." Evan leaned in to whisper in my ear, not knowing that Seth would be able to hear what he said, no matter how quiet he spoke. "You'll have to dish to me later, girl. He is fiiiiine!"

"Will do, thanks babe." I replied, squeezing Evan's hand as he left. I looked over at Seth to find him blushing again. I laughed quietly and he couldn't help but laugh back.

"I'd apologize for Evan, but I can't. That's just how he is."

Still laughing, Seth shook is head. "Don't worry about it. He's an interesting person. I don't think I've ever been called "fine" by another man before."

"Stay in Vegas for a while and it'll become an everyday event." I appraised Seth myself. "Besides, Evan was just being honest. You are fine."

There was a uncomfortable moment of silence, which I decided to break by beginning the conversation we came here for.

"Anyway," I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. I took his hands in mine. "I've been thinking about the imprinting and how I wanted to proceed. There really is no point in stalling. I've decided that I am willing to try and get to know you as more than a friend."

Seth began to say something, but I held up my hand to stop him. "Hold on, let me finish." He obediently closed his mouth and listened.

"To be honest with you, this isn't the first time I've thought about you as possibly being more than my friend. I was planning to tell you how I felt back in Forks before I got called away, even though you were still a kid. Even though I was terrified that if you liked me too, you would eventually have to break my heart when you imprinted on another woman. Hell, you probably would have imprinted on me right there and then." I was rambling now, but figured I might as well keep going. "All that time we spent together just felt...what is the word I'm looking for..."

"Natural. Easy." Seth answered for me. His eyes full of understanding. I could feel his emotions lighten.

"Yes, exactly! It's like right now. I was so nervous about what to do, but now that I've decided and it's all out there on the table, I'm not nervous or unsure at all. I'm just happy. I really can't explain why I was having such a hard time."

"I know how you feel." Seth said, almost giddy. "It was so nerve racking not knowing how you felt, but now that I know, I feel normal. Like I'm just sitting here with my best friend. This imprinting is amazing."

"You can say that again." I agreed.

Before we could continue, the waitress arrived at the table. She was new to the casino, still in her first week of actual work. She knew who I was, but didn't feel compelled to comment more than what was necessary for her job.

I was thankful for this. She didn't know it was unusual for me to sit back here with a date. She simply took our order then left us be.

"So, where do we go from here?" Seth asked...

To be continued...

Well, there you go. The wait is over. You now know Kira's answer to Seth. The next question is where will I take our dear couple next. If you remember the first chapter, there will be more drama in the future. But when...hmmm...let me think...