Lydie was sitting at the hotel's bar when Nick came. She had tried her best to look nice, but she hadn't really brought any outfits that would be date worthy. She also couldn't bring herself to spend money on a dress that wasn't necessary. Lydie was very careful with her money, and seeing that she already had a nice winter dress, she saw no need to go and buy one just for tonight. Lydie decided on a red, black, and tan geometric print skirt that just went to her knee and a tan colored sweater. However, since she thought of her hair as her best feature she took special care in making the long braid that went down her back.

When Nick entered the bar, he was looking for the same girl who had fallen asleep on the couch in the break room. Instead he found an elegant woman. When Lydie saw her date, she got up from the stool that she was sitting on and made her way over to him.

"Hi, Nick."

Nick was unable to answer; he had gone back into teenager mode. He couldn't seem to find the words, before he knew what he was saying he blurted out:

"You're gorgeous."

"Well thank you. You don't look half bad yourself."

"I…I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It's fine, really. So where are we going?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

"Fine, be like that." Lydie replied, sticking her tongue out playfully ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Hannah and Gil were sitting in his living room, the lights turned off. They used to do that when they were teenagers. They were on the sofa, a blanket shared between them.

"Gil…"

"Yes?"

"I was thinking about something."

"What?"

"I don't want to go to back home. I want to stay here, with you."

"Hannah,"

"Listen. I think it can work out. I'd have to take a job here until I could find a wedding planner position. Maybe I could work at the library like I did when we were in school."

"Is this what you really want?"

"Every time I have a spare moment, I let my mind wander to what it would be like if we were together. I had almost given up hope on ever seeing you again. I want this, I want to be with you."

"I want to be with you too. I don't want us to loose each other again."

"We're not eighteen anymore, we can make it happen."

"City Hall opens at eight tomorrow…" Gil said, fingering the edge of the blanket that they were laying under

"Are you insinuating what I think you're insinuating?"

"What do you think that I'm insinuating?"

"That I, Hannah Jameson, after decades of hoping and longing, will be officially Hannah Grissom?"

"Exactly." He said, pushing Hannah's hair out of her face so he could see her better

"That's not much of a proposal."

"Better than what I would have said at commencement."

"What would you have said?"

"Wanna get married or something?"

Hannah, just like she used to do in high school when her boyfriend said something dopey, hit him lightly on the shoulder, causing both of them to laugh.