Cinnamon opened the door after Jack knocked it. The brown-haired boy was in his best suit to go with Chocolates to her Boarding School and later, to Elizabeth's house. Jack just smiled and entered the room.

"Hello, deah" Jack whispered as he kissed her cheek softly. "I'se never saw you'se wearing that!"

"But... do you like it?" Chocolates asked, putting on a fancy hat and fixing her gloves. "Jack, do you like it?"

"I love it" he said softly. "What about me, huh?"

"Hmm... where did you get that suit, Jackie?"

"Let's say.... courtesy of Joseph Pulitzah."

"Oh! Is that the little suit? The famous little suit?"

"Yeah..." the boy rolled his eyes.

"You look great" She hugged him. "You really do."

"Let's go, doll."

Chocolates's school was in Manhattan too, so they arrived quickly. Jack made a little questions when she was about to knock the door.

"Baby... why are ya wearing all that stuff." He said looking at her deeply. "The corset, gloves, hat, vest..."

"Well, I was educated to be a fancy well-brought-up girl, and if any of my teachers or Mrs. Grant sees me wearing what I wear now because of the heat or anything they would have a heart attack and call me heretic." She punched his stomach lightly.

"Ouch..." Jack playfully added. "I love how ya look, I was just asking."

"And I love you, Jackie."

"I love you too, sweet face."

Jack gave her a quick kiss before stroking her back softly and encouraging her to knock then door, which she did hesitatingly. She could hear steps in the wooden floor, coming closer every time, the steps were slow, but confident. A fat woman opened the door and started to shout out happiness... in Spanish.

"¡Cristina! No te veo hace tanto tiempo." (Cristina! long time no see.)

"Pues... he estado un tanto ocupada" (Well, I've been a little busy.)

"¿Viniste a ver a la Sra. Grant?" (Are you here to see Mrs. Grant?"

"Si" (Yes)

"Voy a llamarla, pasen" (I'll call her, come in)

Chocolates just smiled and lead Jack to a small living room; they were offered coffee and cookies. The sat down and Jack suddenly started to laugh. Tears were coming out of his eyes.

"That's scary Jack; something wrong?"

"I... never knew ya.... spoke Spanish. And perfectly!"

"So... Is anything funny in that?"

"Nah... I think it's adorable." He came close to her, trying to kiss her but she pushed him away. "Hey..."

"Not here, Jack."

"You owe me a kiss"

"No, I don't"

"Yes, ya do."

"Nope."

"Yup...."

"If I kiss ya you'll shut up?"

"Da's what I want, goily."

"Outside ok?"

"Okies..."

"Mrs. Grant!" Chocolates stood up. "Very nice to see you"

"Well, why are you here? I sent you your letters moths ago."

"Well... I have lost contact with Elizabeth and I know that she writes you always. So, I was wondering if you could give me her address."

"Of course..." The woman smiled. "I'll bring a letter right now."

"Thanks"

Mrs. Grant went quickly to her office and brought a letter.

"Here it is. She lives in Manhattan. Are you living close to the school too?"

"Yes."

"I must be excused now. I have to work over here." Mrs Grant said repeatedly. "Who's that person with you?"

"Jack Kelly."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Kelly."

"Nice ta meet you'se too. Mrs Grant."

"Well kids, I must leave. You know the way out Cristina. Good bye"

"Good bye."

The walked quickly out of the old Boarding School, Jack opened the door softly and Chocolates came out. He left the place a little after she did and closed the door softly again.

"Well. I think that was ok." Jack comforted her.

"Yeah... but we'll go to Elizabeth's house later ok?"

"Why... are ya afraid?"

"No, no.... I just wanna take this corset off."

"Ok... Hey!"

"What?" Chocolates opened her eyes widely.

"Where's my kiss?"

She simply smiled at him adoringly right before he shielded her mouth with his tender lips. Chocolates raised her hand to her love's face and whisked her delicate fingers along his jaw line. Their kiss was long, sweet and honest. They had never felt so happy before. Jack's hands travelled down to her waist as he moved his lips apart from her, allowing her to take a deep breath.

"Ya were asphyxiating, sweetie."

"Oh, love...I need to take this off. Let's go home, ok?"

"Ok, dear."