Kate looked around the restaurant, feeling slightly out of place. Iowa didn't have fancy restaurants and life on the run didn't provide her any luxuries. Had Jack always taken his dates to restaurants that offered a maître d' and a musician playing soft violin music for ambiance?

"You look beautiful tonight," Jack said, leaning across the table, hoping to make Kate feel at ease.

"You've said that about three times already," she smiled.

"You look so beautiful it needs said three times," he smiled.

"This is weird, right?" Kate whispered, leaning across the table to meet him.

Jack laughed, glad she finally said it. "You can text me 4, 8, 15, 16, 23 and 42 every 8 minutes," Jack joked.

"I'm really glad we did this," Kate admitted. "I've missed you. I don't know if I can go back to not being able to see you and talk to you every day."

Jack smiled; this was the most vulnerable he had ever seen Kate. She had built walls up so high that even being stranded on the island hadn't made them crumble. Even at her hearing, she held everything in. He had never been able to read her; one minute she was kissing him on the island and the next she was running away.

"Imagine if we'd met before the plane crash. We'd never be here,"

"You don't know that."

"The doctor and the fugitive?" Kate chuckled. "And a married doctor at that."

"Divorced," he corrected. "And, married or not, if a woman like you came into the hospital, I'd take notice."

"You'd never be unfaithful," Kate reminded him.

"Maybe I just didn't meet you when I was married."

"Destiny?" Kate teased. Jack was able to chalk most things up to destiny, a trait Kate found both endearing and annoying.

"It feels like it to me. Being here, with you, like this. I've imagined this, Kate. I imagined everything with you."

She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Everything?"

"For a long time now," he confessed.

"Since when?"

"Since you stumbled out of the jungle rubbing your wrists." He watched as the pink spread across her cheeks, the contrast making her green eyes pop. "You did, too!" He realized. "Since when?"

"Since I gave you stitches that same day," she revealed. Your body was so chiseled and I was touching you. It just... you know..."

"Do you wanna get out of here?" Jack whispered, hoping to make a clean exit without drawing attention to his bulge.

Kate nodded quickly. "I hope my place is okay," She purred, placing her cloth napkin on the table. "I don't like leaving Aaron alone for too long..."

Jack smiled. Just when he thought he couldn't love her more, she found a way to make him fall even harder.