Moving right along, eh?
After paying the driver, whom in the end refused to take it, much too honored to drive the great Quatre Winner and his lovely "Wife", Quatre grabbed Dorothy's beret and jogged after her in the direction of the security checkpoint.
Dorothy stepped past the security gate (which was empty) and towards the headquarters/command center. While absent-mindedly moving to adjust her hair she noticed her beret missing. She turned, knowing that Quatre must have it.
Quatre felt just as hurt as when Dorothy had expressed he fear of their relationship that morning in the hotel room. Before him was the object of his absolute love, that which meant the most to him, and the girl of his dreams that he had gotten so close to kissing, but she never returned his feelings...his mind trailed off.
Dorothy had stopped and had spun around to face him, her cold eyes gleamed as winds swept in from the north and had twirled Dorothy's knee-length around her slender body in its playful caress. Quatre's heart skipped a beat, and in that moment, that in that simple graceful movement he KNEW that this was truly the girl for him, the girl he was going to marry, and the girl who would bear his kids. He shoved a hand in his pocket and fingered the contents to remind him of his goal and to bring him resolve..
Dorothy immediately spotted Quatre behind her, one hand he removed his pocket nad prodiced a beret. Dorothy quickly snatched the beret and fixed it upon her crown, Quatre falling in step next to her. "You know your beautiful, right?" Quatre supplemented, attempting to sound off-handed. This statement caught Dorothy off-guard and she felt her insides float. She looked at Quatre, attempting to discern if it was a witty attempt to derail her steadfast demeanor, but when she looked into his eyes she could read sincerity like a flashing neon sign. Her intuition confirmed it.
Quatre was terrified. Dorothy should have yelled at him or bashed his face in right now. 'she's probably never going to forgive me for that' he mused. He broke eye contact with Dorothy and looked straight ahead, reverting to his standard good-natured look. He was utterly surprised when Dorothy blushed and answered. "Thank you." Dorothy glanced to her partner and stepped to the left, giving Quatre a playful nudge that made him stumble.
Quatre nearly brained himself on the sign Dorothy pushed him at. He quickly recovered and was going to snap a one-liner when Dorothy spun once more. "But I still hate you" she stated, giving Quatre a playful smirk before happily trotting away once more, waiting for her partner to catch up.
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Note that this chapter is conveniently spliced into 2 major parts/chapters. This is because I had the idea of doing this chapter just as a second-thought simply to give the reader the feeling that SOME progress was being made. I continue to have second thoughts about it, so if you think it shouldn't be included in the story just say so. And thanks for the reviews, I really appreciate them.