There was always some kind of protest underfoot. Gatherings like this were common. Lisa felt that the version of change others were using was outmoded, but what other way was there to argue? To feel as though you weren't just a cog in the machine? Lisa wanted to work smarter, not harder. But hacking website codes wasn't going to get more funds for Amnesty.

There had been this girl earlier in the week, couldn't escape the news. To shelter herself from the country's brand of austere punishment, being stoned to death, Lisa had joined the milling queue of students protesting the actions of the Middle Eastern country in solidarity. They were trying, and somewhat hopelessly failing, to acquire enough awareness and funds to help bring the girl to England. What worried Lisa is what would happen to the poor girl afterwards, even if they could bring her to England.

There was a dull ache in her arms. Lisa no longer wanted to hold any signs or chant any more peaceful slogans. Reaction would only be brought by an action, in this instance. Where were the bullhorns, the police waiting on the fringe with riot gear? Was it only her blood that was boiling?

"You must be cold."

"Ianto…" Their lips met just briefly.

"And tired."

"I'm tired of holding this sign. No one's listening."

"You might think so, just standing out here. But I've brought lunch."

"Don't you care about this one little girl? You can't be that heartless. Do you think she's no more than a historical statistic? I overheard you saying that to Deana."

"That may be true, but I think you took me out of context."

"Ianto, what are you going on about?" Lisa's foot began to tap against the ground as Ianto began to gently remove the sign from her hand.

"I'm talking about funds for Amnesty for the girl."

"Yes?" Lisa's eyes grew slightly wider and sharper.

"I remember you telling me about what Amnesty could do and then I held a sort of bull session with Fred. Seems that opportunities like these are exactly what my flat mate and his fraternity brothers have been looking for. They're hosting a fundraiser among themselves and alumni next week. There's already a pledge for two thousand pounds match from a banking CEO."

"Oh Ianto." Lisa gasped, gratefully dropping her sign into his hand. "How did you…?"

"All it took was a bit of creativity, my dear." The hint of a proud twinkle appeared in Ianto's eye as he smiled. "Now, how about some lunch?"

"I'd love it."

Prompt 57: Lunch

Sub-Title: Dates to Remember (Part 2)