Hey again. Yep another short chapter. Hey it's better waiting a week to have it posted right? What can I say? I'm lazy. :)

Hope you enjoy!

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"What will it be?" The big-haired, forty-something waitress held up her pen and pad awaiting Lance and Kitty's orders.

Lance looked over at Kitty allowing her to go first. She was still skimming over the menu, with her pointer finger on her lip. She finally looked up ready to order. "I'll take the chef's salad please."

Lance looked at her confused. He leaned into her and whispered with his menu in the way of the waitress's view as though the middle aged woman was spying on them. "I thought you said you were starving."

She leaned in too and said in a whisper mimicking Lance's, "Yeah but like I still gotta eat healthy. Do you know how much training I have to go through at the institute?"

This time he rolled his eyes. "At least what drink are you gonna order?"

She looked at him sheepishly and shrugged. "Water?"

"Uh...Do you need a little more time to decide?" The waitress said this impatiently. Sticking her pen behind her ear.

Lance ignored the waitress's question. "Water???"

Kitty equally ignored the waitress. "What? I have to drink a glass of water at least three times a day. I don't need a gut to drag me behind when I train."

"Just for one day?" He leaned in even closer and gave her a devilish smirk as he dared her. "Come on Kitty. Live a little."

Kitty stared back at him and slowly grew a smirk that matched his.

"Uh..." The waitress cut in their conversation. "I'll give you a few minutes."

"No." Kitty said stopping the waitress in her tracks, still looking at Lance. "I'd like a chocolate milkshake."

Lance then ordered a burger and coke but was grinning at Kitty the whole time. She just giggled at the drama of the situation and sat back in her seat.

A few minutes afterwards they received their drinks. Kitty looked at her milkshake which was anything but. The milk was in the middle, the ice cream was at the bottom, and the chocolate syrup was floating on top. She sighed and looked out the window.

Kitty knew she hadn't had one glass or bottle of water that day and it was already four in the afternoon, but that wasn't the real reason she at first ordered water. She knew Lance didn't have much cash and she didn't want to have him spend all his money on her. He's done enough she thought sadly, but what have I done for him?

Lance watched Kitty as she stared out the window. What is she sad about now? "Hey kitty? What's up?"

"Hmm?" She asked almost startled, but quickly regained calmness. "Oh nothing, besides the fact that my shake looks more like a weird science experiment."

Aha! Lance thought joyfully. Something I can fix.

While kitty grabbed for a spoon to stir the contents, Lance slapped his palm face down on the booth table. "Hold on to your seat kitty. I can fix that."

Kitty laughed at his joke but stopped when she realized that it wasn't. "Lance! Like no way!"

Too late.

He already had his eyes rolled to the back of his head, as the table began to shake. He wasn't planning to get carried away. It was mostly a joke to get kitty in a better mood. If only he knew how sensitive the diner's wiring was.

Suddenly the fire system was set off and water rained from the ceiling. In a matter of seconds the whole place was soaked. People were screaming and running out of the diner. Kitty just sat there with her arms crossed glaring at Lance. He smiled at her guiltily.

"Maybe we should get out of here before they make us pay for our food?" Lance said as the water matted his long hair to his skull.

With that Kitty couldn't hold it in. She laughed. She laughed hard. Lance just couldn't seize to amaze her. In one day they must have broken four different laws and Lance hadn't felt remorseful over one. And even more strangely Kitty didn't feel it either.

Kitty got out of her seat and nodded in agreement. Lance took her hand and together they took off. She and Lance ran out of the diner and all the way down the street's sidewalk just in case someone knew they were to blame for the diner's indoor rain. They left a wet trail on the pavement they treaded.