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Bobby scanned the room anxiously, his hands stuck deep into the pockets of his jacket. "Look there she is!" Bobby exclaimed, poking Rogue and pointing at the cozy corner table.

"Great, now we've seen them, let's go," Rogue said, turning around. Bobby grabbed her arm impatiently.

"Rogue, come on. We came all this way, we might as well stick around a little longer."

Rogue sighed. "Alright, alright."

"Right this way," the maitre'd said leading them to a table far away from Jubilee and Lance. Bobby bit his lip.

"Wait, can we have that table please?" Bobby asked the maitre'd pointing to the table directly behind Jubilee.

"That table is reserved," the maitre'd said, giving Bobby a patronizing look. Bobby sighed.

"Alright, fine," Bobby said resignedly, taking his menu rather sullenly from the waiter. Rogue sat down opposite him, craning her neck past the plant next to her.

"This is the worst. Not only we are the furthest table from Lance and Jubilee, we're also right next to the bathrooms," Rogue said, making a disgusted look.

"Suck it up soldier, we're here on a mission," Bobby said sternly. Rogue rolled her eyes and giggled.

"You're so serious about this."

"Our love lives are at stake!"

"Oh, oh right," Rogue said, and turned serious.

"Come on, let's go sneak behind that bush right there, we can get a perfect view from there," Bobby said.

Rogue reached a hand to restrain him. "Are you nuts? We can't go now! We have to order something first or they might give away our table or something."

"Really?" Bobby asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah, that's what happens on TV anyways," Rogue said, nodding in affirmation. "See, there's our waiter now."

"Have you two decided what you'd like?" the waiter asked them in a snooty voice.

"Uh, let's see," Bobby said, flipping the menu open. "Wait a second, this isn't English!"

"Duh, it's French!" Rogue said laughing.

"Do you know any French?"

"Nope, you?"

"Heck no!"

"We'll need a minute," Rogue said, giving the waiter a sheepish grin.

"What's a cervelle de boeuf?" Bobby whispered, then choked on his water when he saw the price. "This is daylight robbery!"

"Bobby!" Rogue admonished, grabbing her own menu. Then, scanning it, stopped. "Oh my god, this stuff is unbelievably expensive."

"Alvers must be loaded or something!" Bobby said grimly, throwing a dark look across the room.

"Are you two READY yet?" the waiter asked impatiently.

"Uh," Rogue began helplessly. "We'll have a couple more glasses of water, please."

The waiter wrote it down, bored. "Yes and what else?"

Bobby looked down and found that the cheapest thing on the menu was something called a "croque monsieur." He didn't have any idea what a Mr. Croque was but he figured it wouldn't make too much of a dent in his wallet.

"Uh yeah, I"ll have the croque monsieur, please."

"Right, and for you?

Rogue bit her lip and nodded. "I'll have the same." When the waiter left, Bobby breathed a sigh of relief.

"Great now let's go."

The two teens got up as inconspicuously as possible, and snuck into the aisle across from where Jubilee and Lance are sitting. Rogue sighed a little when she saw him. "Doesn't Lance look great?"

"Yeah, great," Bobby said grimly, his eyes fixed on Jubilee. The two seemed to be talking about something, only he was too far away too hear.

"Ugh, it's hard to crawl around on the floor in a dress, you're lucky," Rogue whispered, tugging angrily at her dress.

"Let's get closer, so we can hear what they're saying," Bobby whispered back.

Bobby leaned his ear closer. He could hear snippets of their conversation..something about the Godfather. "They're talking about the Godfather," Bobby reported to Rogue who was crouched next to him.

"Jubilee hates the Godfather," Bobby said, confused. If she hated it why were they talking about it?

"I love the Godfather. So does Lance," Rogue said to Bobby.

"Jeez, maybe Jubilee really goes for the "cultured" type," Bobby whispered desperately.

"Uh Bobby?"

"What?"

"My dress ripped."

"WHAT?!" Bobby choked out, tearing his eyes away, to see Rogue looking dismayed at the large tear at the front of her dress.

"I tore it when I was crawling behind this stupid bush," Rogue said furiously trying to put the two pieces back together unsuccessfully. "Oh and another thing, our waiter's back with our food," Rogue said, pointing back to their table, where the waiter was standing with a large serving platter.

"Oh great, right when they're about to get to the good stuff," Bobby said sighing. "I'm sorry about your dress, Rogue."

"It's okay, I'm just wondering how the hell to get back to our table without somebody seeing it," Rogue said anxiously.

"Okay, I'll go in front of you, we'll go slow so we don't attract attention," Bobby whispered. Rogue nodded and trailed behind Bobby, and they sat down quickly.

The waiter lay down their food in front of them and disappeared with a hardly a second glance back.

"20 bucks for a cheese sandwich!" "Quiet down!"

Bobby gnashed his teeth as he took a large bite of the sandwich. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm starved," Rogue said and began eating her sandwich. "This is pretty good, actually."

"Good, glad you like it." Bobby suddenly dropped his sandwich on his plate, gaping behind Rogue. Rogue frowned in mid-bite.

"What?"

"She's coming towards us!"

"Who?!"

"Jubilee! Down, get down!" Bobby said frantically, grabbing Rogue's hand and pulling them both under the table.

"This is ridiculous," Rogue whispered fiercely, as they both watched Jubilee walk by their table and into the bathrooms.

"No it isn't. You want to explain to her why we're here spying?"

"Good point," Rogue said quickly. After they saw Jubilee walked back, they emerged cautiously from under the table.

"That was close. Too close," Bobby said, straightening his tie.

"Yeah, wait a second. I see a place right behind Lance. It's closer to their table and the plant is huge so they won't be able to see us," Rogue pointed out excitedly.

"Where is it?"

"Right next to the fountain," Rogue said. Bobby scanned it and grinned. "Hey, you're right. Let's go." The two made their way to the spot quickly, the same way as they had before, with Bobby in front.

"They're eating dessert," Rogue reported, kneeling forward and peering through the bushes.

"How cozy," Bobby said bitterly, craning his own neck to get a look.

"Ow, you just jabbed me in the side!"

"Sorry, I'm just trying to see. Can you move a little?"

"Oh god, one of my high heels just fell into the fountain!"

"What, where?" Bobby asked, turning back to see one high heel floating in the fountain. His arm turned and knocked down a smaller potted plant. The plant crashed to the floor.

Rogue paled. "Oh no, they're turning around." Bobby groaned as Lance stood up.

"Did you hear that?" Bobby heard Jubilee ask. He watched in horror as both of them stood up.

"We have to get out of here!" Rogue said frantically. Bobby nodded, and he pointed and tried to crawl out of the tight position with Rogue following behind.

Suddenly a voice boomed above them. "Are you looking for something sir?"

"Uh no," Bobby whispered fiercely, getting to his feet. Rogue stood up next to him, blushing hotly with embarrassment. The waiter looked from their flushed faces to her torn dress, and walked away quickly. They turned around, breathing a sigh of relief, only to find Jubilee and Lance gaping at them. This is not going to be good, Bobby thought with dread, looking over at a beet-red Rogue. Not good.