A/N: Most of you all said romantic dinner at a restaurant…and since it was close enough, you guys get a cookie . Enjoy (both the cookie and the last chapter!)

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"You know, when they said a fancy dinner for two, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind."

"What's so wrong about a T-bone steak, mashed potatoes, and sweet corn?"

"The fact that I'm a vegetarian, Greg." She gestured to their surroundings. "And where we are."

"Right. I knew that." He grinned and pointed his fork over towards her plate. It was heaped with Caesar salad and garlic bread. "How can you eat only that? It's like rabbit food."

Sara gave him a half-hearted glare over their candlelight sticks and glasses of Pinot Noir. Not-quite-romantic music filtered in from the rather old radio sitting on the nightstand. A romantic dinner with the spiky-haired man's presence was unusually nerve-wracking tonight.

Not that it was awkward at all. Far from it, actually. If it could be considered a date-which they both secretly hoped-then it was the best that she had had for years. Unlike all the other men she had seen, Greg was comfortable to be with. Like a well-worn blanket that you just can't bear to throw away, even after it had begun to fade.

And they were matching opposites. They were both intelligent, she in the more academic forms and he in whatever oddball facts he stumbled upon. She was moody and mysterious; he was happy-go-lucky and open. There was not one thing she didn't love about him.

That very thought was a bit frightening.

"Y'alright, Sar?" Greg's face was one of concern, handing her a slice of chocolate cheesecake.

Breaking out of her reverie, the brunette gave him a genuine smile and nodded, taking the plate. "Just thinking, that's all."

"'Bout me? I'm touched," he joked with a lopsided grin. The radio switched to a more melancholy melody.

Sara laughed quietly a bit, rolling her eyes. "Too bad you don't have time to visit your family while we're here," she commented casually.

"Yeah, well I see them at least once a month anyway." Greg raised an eyebrow. "Don't you have family here?"

Instantly he knew it was the wrong question to ask, as the light in her eyes diminished and she tensed.

She's taking her time making up the reasons

To justify all the hurt inside

Guess she knows from the smiles

And the look in their eyes

Everyone's got a theory about the bitter one

They're saying

"I haven't kept in touch." Her tone was chilly, but he could hear the sadness in her words.

"Why not?" Greg pressed.

Mama never loved her much

And daddy never keeps in touch

That's why she shies away from human affection

But somewhere in a private place

She packs her bags for outer space

And now she's waiting for

The right kind of pilot to come

Freezing, Sara just looked at him, wide eyes searching for pity. If there was an emotion she hated the most, it was pity for her. Weakness, it was, giving people a reason to feel sorry. Not finding any of the dreaded feeling in him, she relaxed a bit.

"There's only my brother," she muttered. "And we don't talk anymore." Sighing, she set down her fork, and crossed her arms across her chest protectively. "My mom murdered my dad at our family's bed and breakfast when we were just kids." It all came rushed and breathless, and Greg could hardly understand what she said. But understand he did.

I would fly you to the moon and back

If you'll be, if you'll be my baby

Got a ticket for a world where we belong

So, would you be my baby?

Without another word he walked over and gave her a hug. His eyes betrayed his love for her as he felt the tears pricking out of her coffee eyes onto his shirt. Handing her a tissue, he smiled comfortingly. "You're ruining my shirt," teased Greg.

She can't remember a time

When she felt needed

If love was red then she was color-blind

All her friends they've been trialed for treason

And crimes that were never defined

She wiped her eyes and playfully glared. "If you tell anyone, I'll kill you and get away with it," Sara gave him a surprisingly tender kiss on the lips. "Thanks. I owe you one."

Greg laughed, a brilliant grin gracing his face. Returning the kiss, his grin grew wider against her mouth. "How about that tattoo?"

He grimaced as her elbow made contact with his ribs.

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