And may this first chapter make you girls out there happy.

One week later he did. Dr. Crane was once more at the City Courthouse watching the conviction of a man he intended to soon place in his asylum instead of in prison. He was focused on this, sitting forward in one of the wooden benches, his hand propped casually under his chin lifting his face upwards towards the convict.

He appeared unquestionably calm and attractive, as he sat undisturbed in the quiet courtroom. However, her footsteps moving towards him broke his concentration and the air lingering composedly around him as he watched silently. He turned to glance at Corrine moving down the bench way, and sitting three feet from him. A distance that he found amusing for it was the distance all people stopped at when coming close to him no matter the circumstance. He smiled courteously and nodding without speaking and turned his attention back to the conviction.

She spoke quietly. "I didn't expect to see you." He turned to look at her once more, the smile gone from his face, which was now a face she could not look away from, for uncertainty of what he would do. He leaned towards her and spoke in the same voice he had used before. "Let's speak in the hallway." She only looked at him for a long moment, but eventually she nodded hesitantly and gradually followed without question as he rose and swiftly exited the room despite his calm appearance.

She found him leaning against the wall next to the door-way in a similarly crowded hallway as the first time he had seen him. He straightened as she approached and smiled once more. "Is there something you wanted?" She was taken back by this, for she had, but had not expected such a reaction, but would have thought to have still been in the courtroom sitting next to him observing the trial she did not need to be at. "I..." She paused, and continued to watch him solemnly. Unsure of what to say. He smiled softly though and nodded. "Perhaps we could talk elsewhere?" She did not know what to say, or what to do, but nodded without consideration. He continued to smile.

"Come with me."

She stared at him, but eventually moved forward and walked beside him as he moved in the same stride out of the courthouse, across the street, and down to a nearby cafe. He asked for two seats in a crisp, unquestionable request, and they were seated outside in back under an umbrella and brought water glasses and a basket of wheat bread and butter. Of which he completely ignored as he watched her from across the table.

To break the silence as they walked to the cafe, he had questioned her of being a student and the potential conversation of her study of dreams in a level and politely concerned voice. But as he sat watching her, he was silent, waiting. This broke Corrine's concentration of keeping the appearance she so normally possessed. And drew her to do exactly the opposite of her usual reactions in a normal situation. She started speaking to him about simple topics, such of his business, and continuing on the subject of her own present life. She gradually grew to feel less uncomfortable, or unconfident around him as she began to speak to him. But lacking an understanding of his interest in her, and therefore, unsure of what to say or how to act.

This was something he noted, for she was like porcelain. Beautiful and fragile. He loved this about her. For she did not fear him, and he did not want to make her do so. His cold sadism before her was non-existent.

"When did you graduate from School?" A simple question, similar to the rest she had been asking today. "Four and a half years ago."… "It seems soon?" He smiled at her curiosity. "It is, but I excelled in my classes, and therefore took less hours and was able to step over a few that are typically required, I was granted… a few polite exceptions." Corrine smiled with a vague emotion, as if not sure what to think. "My Professors also tended to favor me."

Lacing her fingers, Corrine leaned forward and listened quietly, continuing to smile as he talked. Not considering that Dr. Crane said very little, if nothing of his life before his college years. As he sat opposite of her, listening and answering quietly, he studied her. As she did him.

Corrine no longer felt the subtle forms of discomfort around him that she previously had. And her curiosity of him had changed from what he would do in action, to who he truly was. He appeared immaculately genuine. Something she appreciated about him. And as she sat before him, she began to feel a continually growing attraction, more than just the physical attraction she had originally felt outside Dr. Han's office.

However, she could not understand why she was sitting here, smiling at him, and discussing everyday matters with a stranger she barely knew. And with every word, feeling closer to him, though she could find no way he was causing this, other than sitting there, watching her in a way she could remember no other watching her like. But two hours passed, and to keep from feeling awkward they decided to end their conversations and go separate ways.

Walking together out of the cafe, Corrine continued to remain three feet from Crane, who had asked to be called Jonathan. However as they stepped outside of the exit, Crane subtly stepped into this boundary until he was incredibly close to her. This paralyzed Corrine, not necessarily from fear, however she immediately braced, but she allowed him to touch her cheek and hold her arm as he whispered quietly into her ear. His lips briefly touching her dangling earring. "I would love to meet you again." Corrine did not respond, but looked at him as he turned his gaze towards her, his face slowly retreating. In the end she nodded, looking at the ground as she did so, he smiled, his fingers still resting between her cheek and her neck. Then sliding slowly away, he turned, and walked in the opposite direction without looking back.

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