Don't expect this to happen often, it just turned out that after I posted chapter two I already had this one writing in my head. A little disclaimer for you guys as well, I do not own that brand of wine, and DON'T ask how I know what it tastes like...I shall simply say it now. When my grandmother's relatives were visiting they brought a bottle, and I've found I rather like collecting wine bottles. Well, when I was emptying it out of it's last tiny drops, curiosity got the better of me and I put one, NOTE ONE drop on my tongue. I don't condone underage drinking, and I'm only four months from being a legal adult anyway, YES, I know the legal drinking age for my country is 21, but I'm at at an age that I had control over my actions and didn't turn into some wine-guzzler from it. Strangely enough though, I found out the legal drinking age age for spirits in France is 16.

I would really appreciate it if I got reviews on this one, seeing as how I wrote it while sick, I woke up at four this morning after going to bed at two, it wasn't good, I had a semi-raw throat, every muscle in me was hurting, I was suffering chills while running a fever, and was a bit delusional (picturing dinosaurs while trying to get a hot bath is not a good combination. I had to remind myself frill lizards were dead, and that's when I knew I really wasn't doing good. I'm dead serious, in my half-awake, half asleep state I really did see that.)

It turned out that the place Erik had in mind for them was quite a spectacular restaurant where only the richest aristocrats were seen. Erik on a couple of occasions during hiding had stolen food from there and found he was quite fond of the chef's cooking abilities. Faye wondered all the more what kind of man he was if he dined just for lunch in this kind of atmosphere. She also became curious as they neared the entrance he pulled his fedora over the right side of his face, nearly obscuring all of his mask. That mask was a curiosity as well to her, she had thought when she first met him it was a way to hide himself if he took a girl, but now, now she knew there was something else behind it. Yet, she didn't really mind that much, if he wished to wear it she wasn't going to let it get to her.

It was a bit more of a concern though to Brielle, another one of Madame Bontecou's girls, who was flirting with one of her regular customers when she saw Faye walking arm in arm with this mysterious person.

"May I welcome you mademoiselle and...monsieur, to Le Jardin Du Ciel, it is just the two of you?" A smiling waiter said as they entered the building and Faye looked around in awe. The walls were painted a light, almost golden pink, while the ceiling was a sky blue with white, puffy clouds floating about as little angels danced along, some playing trumpets while others flew about. "Yes, and would you mind giving us someplace in the back with a bit of privacy?" Erik told the waiter, keeping his head turned to the side, he looked to Faye for a moment, it was obvious to him she wasn't used to such architecture or art.

The waiter took them not only to the back, but to an upper story of the restaurant where they would be the only two and stuck them in a corner. Erik pulled out Faye's seat for her then sat down himself, taking the corner where his mask was to the wall, he also leaned a bit after taking his fedora off to keep into shadow. "I'll return in a few minutes for your orders, but perhaps you would like some wine?" The waiter looked at them anxiously. Faye turned to Erik, she didn't know what they served or what was even a good choice for that matter, she only knew Madame Bontecou's preference.

Luckily Erik solved that problem for her when he looked up from his menu. "We'll take a bottle of Luna di Luna." He said plainly, then giving a small smile to Faye, causing her to blush. She didn't really understand what was causing her to feel this way, as far as she was concerned he was just becoming a friend to her, her only friend really, which to her was...nice.

"Very well monsieur, I shall be back momentarily." The waiter bowed and headed back downstairs. Faye meanwhile looked at her menu, though she wasn't really sure what to order, she hadn't been in a place like this since she was a little girl. She looked to Erik for help, perhaps he also knew what would be good for lunch. "Oh, I can't decide what to have, could you suggest anything Erik?" She looked at him hopefully.

"I think you may enjoy the Blanquette de veau, veal with onions and mushrooms," he said to her looking over his menu, she could only see his eyes twinkling again with that charm he had first shown to her when he saved her life. Faye frowned for a moment, she was thankful, well now at least, for him saving her, but she still couldn't get away from what had caused her to reach that moment. Her eyes began to water and she sniffled.

"Are you all right?"

Faye looked up to see the waiter had returned and was looking at her curiously, wondering what was wrong with the dear girl. She nodded her head and wiped her eyes. "Yes, yes, I'm fine, it must just be this weather." She lied with a smile, but when she noticed Erik was looking at her straight in the eyes, she cleared her throat and looked back to the waiter. "I believe I'm going to have the Blanquette de veau."

"Very good, and you monsieur?" He turned to Erik, who was still staring intently at Faye, but finally placed his own order. "I will be having the Coq au vin." Erik said before looking back at Faye, she wasn't just acting that way due to the weather, but he decided to keep quiet about it none-the-less.

"All right, mademoiselle and monsieur, I will return with your orders and also here is your wine."

The waiter set down two glasses along with a chilled bottle, he then uncorked the top and poured some in each of their glasses. The waiter was gone again while Erik raised his glass to Faye, they clinked them together and each took a sip. It was a strange taste to her, sweet and bitter at the same time, but she found that she quite liked it.

She wondered what else would happen during their lunch.

"Are you positive on what you saw Brielle?"

"Yes Madame Bontecou, it looked just like the papers had described,"

"All right then Brielle, you may have the rest of the day off for this."

"Thank you, Madame Bontecou, I only wish to help you." Brielle bowed out of Madame Bontecou's office as she sat at her desk. So that was who she was with last week, this was very interesting news to her...

All right kiddies, here's the deal, I'm sick, this chapter's being broken even more that I intended, but I wanted to post and couldn't be on long enough, but at least out of it you are getting fast updates. So, leave me reviews, I'll post more, and we'll see whether Faye admits the truth to Erik or not.