A/N: Okay, this one's gonna be a bit cliché, but you know what? I don't care that much anyways. Well, I actually do, but I feel like making a cliché scene.
x-sara-x: That's funny! I just got 1.5 points away from an A+ on a test today. Thanks!
Neutrina: Thanks for the encouragement.
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Seated in the faux-leather booth under Catherine's gaze made Sara more nervous than she ever had been with anyone. Catherine was saying something about the menu when she asked
"Sara? Are you on earth?"
"Wha-? Oh, sorry, I was zoneing."
"I could tell. Now, I highly suggest reading the menu so when the waitress returns we will know what to order." Sara looked quickly at the menu, and saw her favorite first off; French toast with hash browns on the side. When the waitress came back, she ordered, and then turned her attention back to Catherine.
"I never knew you liked French toast before."
"Yea, it's an old favorite of mine." Replied Sara
"My mom used to make it all the time. I would beg for it every morning, and she would only make it when I did something especially good or to bribe me." She gave a little laugh. Sara just continued eating her toast.
"Sara…" Catherine started. Sara looked up, worried by Catherine's apprehensive voice.
"Yes?"
"Well, I was just wondering… there's something about you that makes me want to tell you everything about me. I was just wondering if you felt it too?"
Sara stared straight into Catherine's eyes, letting down almost all her guard.
"Yes," Sara said. "I feel it too."