It was the same morning, and once again there sat Taichi, Ken, Wormmon, Daisuki, and Veemon at a booth in the same local coffee shop discussing their results. Or rather, Taichi sat at the table drumming his fingers on the menu with a steady, intense gaze held on Ken and Wormmon as they both gulped. Daisuke's and Veemon's eyes were switching from the detective to the ambassador timing how long this would keep up. Nevertheless, Taichi wasn't pleased with what he heard from Sora last night on the phone.

Taichi folded his arms (laying them on the table) as he leaned forward speaking in a low, eerie tone. "Why did she see you?"

"Taichi," Ken insisted, "She didn't. At least she didn't recognize us."

"Well," Wormmon interrupted, "I think Biyomon saw us. She did run towards our direction for a second there. But it wasn't intentional, Taichi. Honest."

His eyes squinted as the frustration within rose.

Ken sighed. There was no use making a mountain out of a mole hill. "Before I say about yesterday, how is she? I spoke with Jyou yesterday when she was still unconscious. Did they let her go?"

The Ambassador's hardcore facial expression fell at the mention of Sora. "Meh, Yamato and Mimi picked her up –"

"Quick! Time!" Daisuke shouted to Veemon.

"Two dot three and five," announced his little blue dinosaur friend reading from the new wrist stopwatch he bought not long ago. "Hey, any idea how you're suppose to say the numbers after the dot?"

Daisuke looked at Veemon as if he couldn't believe his ears. "Yeah. Thirty-five, doofus."

"Hey! Who you calling doofus, you doofus!"

The feelings of annoyance and impatience dripped heavily off of Taichi's face as he slowly turned to face Ken while both hands gripped the edge of the table, elbows in the air leaning forward again with a low growl. This may take a while.

"Push harder. It's not working."

"I am," Yamato gritted his teeth.

"Well, it's not working. Didn't America even teach you anything?"

"What's that suppose to mean?" he spoke raising his voice just slightly, irritated with the constant nagging and whining from this woman. And Taichi thought he had it hard with his wife?

"It can mean many of many things, Space Cowboy. Come on! Do I have to explain?" she sharply turned her head to Sora with an expression that read "Can you believe this guy?"

Sora gave a nervous laugh taking Mimi's hand patting it. "Mimi, I think I accidentally touched the brake leverage. Yamato is doing just fine."

"Oh."

"See? It's fixed." Mimi gasped, "Th-The door. It's closing!"

Yamato's one hand slammed hard against the closest sliding door to stop it as the other simultaneously gave a firm push to wheel Sora outside and Mimi pressed the "open door" button. After all, they couldn't let their best friend be squashed by the elevator doors in her own apartment complex when she was in a wheelchair. Not even one that was customized to be pink and sparkly with pink goose feathers given from none other by the famed New Yorker chef. Mimi saw this as a get well present. Sora saw this as an excellent girly present for the back dumpster – secretly of course. Maybe it'll just get lost… Jyou only said to get a day's rest. He never mentioned the aid of a wheelchair – nor one that was feathered.

Biyomon stuck her head out from the apartment window from the commotion. With a gleeful cry she flew to greet them all landing on Sora's lap giving a great big hug.

"What's all the noise, Biyomon? Who's outside?" Gabumon repeated the same actions by sticking his head out the window.

"Gabumon!" Yamato cried stepping out to knell besides Sora so Gabumon could run up to him. "What took so long?"

"Hey! There you are. I tried to hurry, but I was held back at Customs."

"Customs? What were you trying to bring?"

"Oh, I wasn't bringing anything questionable. See, everyone was asking for autographs. And before I knew it there was food offered in the back. You should have been there."

The Astronaut sighed shaking his head. "Food, huh? Enough to make you stay at the airport three days extra?"

"Well, no…There were people asking for me to come over and…" He whispered the rest in Yamato's ear.

"Ooohh. Got her phone number?" Yamato responded with a sly smile. He then turned to everyone else. "A girl Gabumon."

"No way, Yamato! It wasn't like that. When I landed here I accidentally spilled my soft drink when I tripped at baggage claim and I was accused of ruining her dress. I apologized and offered to buy her a new one plus interest but I had to run and –"

"There you are!" yelled the female Gabumon from down below in the street in rage. "I'm going to kill you! Blue Blaster!"

All three humans and two Digimon yelled in horror running, one wheeling, quickly into Sora's apartment nearly missing the attack. Ah, yes. Love sure was an amazing, scary thing.

"Taichi, I'm sure she's gone."

"Are you sure about that, Sora? Just because Yamato kicked Gabumon outside to reconcile everything, it doesn't mean she's gone. She could be hiding," he answered peeking out from the living room window blinds.

Yamato raised a brow standing in the kitchen where he was cooking lunch over the stove. He lifted his voice so he could be heard. "Hiding? Okay, sure, to devour you."

"Fine. Go ahead and joke. Then where's Gabumon, genius? He's been gone the rest of the day."

"Maybe they settled things and went out somewhere," Sora offered a suggestion as she sat on the living room couch, feet raised on the ottoman. Mimi had left after the commotion had died down. Yamato had done the honors with the fluffy puff object then called Taichi for a laugh.

"Or," Taichi turned from the window with a raised finger with an all-knowing tone, "maybe they settled things. And when he least expected it she devoured him."

Yamato freaked with the sudden mental picture. He ran from the kitchen to the point where the two rooms connected and pointed the steaming hot cooking utensil to the Ambassador. "You take that back!"

Taichi's finger wilted. "Uh-She-Uh-He-But –"

"Now!"

"Aaahh – He wasn't devoured! Geez! Calm down!"

The blonde hesitated then casually walked to a near window to peek then back to cooking.

"Taichi," Sora corrected softly. It was like they were all kids again.

Taichi lowered his head, a foot gently rubbing the floor while his hands were stuffed in his pockets. "So I got carried away."

"Not cool," Yamato stuck his head out again quickly speaking in English only to run back to the food.

"Twank!"

"Stop it!" Sora ordered. She turned herself so that she could see both kitchen and Taichi. "Yamato, cook. Taichi, shut up, and sit."

Taichi's jaw dropped. What got into her? His head fell again as he sat next to her. "Gomen," he muttered.

Sora went from stern to a smile. She rolled her eyes with a small chuckle hugging him. "You're such a big baby at times. How's work?"

"Good, good. Agumon and I have gotten an Ogremon and Teddymon to sit their differences aside after twenty years of land dispute. Listen, I hate to run, but –"

"Do you have to right this minute? We hardly get to spend time together anymore. Even Mimi leaves tonight. I'm glad I got to see her again one last time. Life just feels so busy."

"Yeah. Bummer. I know. But I have to get back to work. Besides, shouldn't you and Gaigin catch up?"

She crossed her arms. "Excuse me. What exactly is my best friend telling me?"

He winced while scratching his head. First his wife, then Yolie, and now his best friend. Why did all girls have to be so intimidating? They make carrying out plans so hard. Sheesh. "Heh, just that this must be a sudden change from shunning Yamato to all of the sudden accepting him back in your life. Granted, nothing's happened to change the friendship status to my knowledge. But I have seen someone else try to move into that spot for some time. It's not like I haven't come to visit before. I've met your neighbor, Ritsuo. And I've seen how the two of you act towards each other."

Sora blushed, half scared of being seen from the inside. It was her turn to lower her head. At least he was whispering so the other couldn't hear. "If you've seen, how come this is being brought up now?"

"You made me a promise, Sora-," Taichi reminded her. "No pressure in it. Just remember."

She took a deep breath. It was true what Taichi said. But there was something else he didn't know. That slight pain roused in her stomach region as she revealed a secret. She held out her right pinky. "Make me a promise to not tell a soul and I'll say what other's are probably dying to know."

Yamato cocked his head slightly, listening to silence after tasting his famous hot sauce soup. The air was too still. Something wasn't right. He nudged Biyomon, who was standing on a foot stool next to him bringing bowls down to dress the table, and placed a finger on his lips signaling silence. He crept to the next room discovering the two playing thumb wrestle. Well, that was weird. He voted against surprising them with a sudden "boo" because of doctor's orders.

"Check this out, Biyomon! Isn't it classic? Where's Ed McMann when you've got the classic moment captured?"

"Nani? Who's Ed McMann?" asked Taichi stumped.

"I won!" exclaimed Sora. "Yes! Thanks, Yamato!"

"What?" Taichi looked back. "No fair! That was outside interference."

Yamato grinned bowing. "Lunch is served."

"Best four out of five," Taichi insisted with urgency to Sora.

"Go to work," Sora said. "Want me to pack you some food?"

"No thanks. The wife packed enough," he hugged her again in defeat, and headed towards the door. "Make sure she stays out of trouble, man," he waved to Yamato. "Let's do something together tomorrow night."

"Will do," Yamato waved goodbye.

Once again there was the fashion designer and Astronaut in the same room in uncomfortable silence. If this was a job they'd be millionaires. Think! Think, think, think, Superman! You can save everyone else except one intimidating woman? Wonderful. Now she's playing with her fingernails.

"What's on the menu, chef?" Sora asked shy still looking at her nails.

Well, well. Guess that title was pegged on the wrong person.

He cleared his throat flicking the towel roughly in the air, then placed it over his left arm bowing once more. This caught her and Biyomon's attention. "Ahem. Today's afternoon special is chicken soup sprinkled with hot sauce, served with white rice, broccoli and onions, and sesame seed chicken."

He then playfully hid his mouth behind a hand as he harshly whispered the next line exaggeratedly for Biyomon to hear anyway. "It was Biyomon who wanted the chicken theme."

"Hey," Biyomon placed her wings on her hips.

Sora laughed. "Sounds delicious."

"Wait. And here's the best part." He went back to the kitchen retrieving a coffee pot of coffee. "We take this and everything else to the patio."

She smiled hoping he couldn't read her mind. She was a grown, single, hardworking woman being pampered by someone whose reputation was on the line. You'd think he'd stay away. But not Yamato. He was stubborn. Feelings were beginning to stir for this man. He hadn't changed. Not one bit. She had though. Oh, darn those conflicting thoughts.

"Um, do you think the patio table is big – Watch out!"

Just when those wounds on his face were starting to heal that cat's tail had to get in the way. Why let it heal? The press was having a fun time. Biyomon managed to pull the cat away, but not before it bit his leg. Ah, yes. Love is also a painful thing.

Yamato sat on a patio chair on the back balcony wincing with pain. As Biyomon served the food outside Sora played nurse again.

"Where else?" she asked holding a swab of cotton soaked with hydrogen peroxide.

He rolled up a pant leg; his silent answer.

She scrunched her lips taking a good look at the bite wound. "Way to go, Bigfoot. Looks like it's a job for stitches. Put your foot on my lap."

He sat back in the chair doing as he was told folding his arms trying to ignore the pain on his face and arms as well. "Looks like we're starting a pattern. What's with that cat anyway?"

She looked up from examining. "What's with watching where you step? Cats may have nine lives but I doubt they forget pain." She grinned watching his disapproving expression while searching for gauze in the medicine box. Something told her he was going to express his mind.

"They say it isn't healthy to have a cat as a pet when you're pregnant. And besides, that one has anger issues. Why for all I know that thing could jump and attack you too when you least expect it."

The astronaut leaned forward grabbing the edge of his seat to emphasize his next point. "And since when did you like cats? That's been bothering me for God knows how long. Remember when the gang was hanging out at the ice cream place our junior year and we were saying what type of pets we like? You said – aahh!"

Sora clenched her teeth wincing from how Yamato reacted when she pressed a new hydrogen-soaked cotton swab on the bite on his leg. Half of it was from guilt. She couldn't bear to cut in to say she always hated it when guys would ramble on. She always thought actions spoke louder than words.

Fine. She lied to herself. It was a funny moment she couldn't bear to pass up.

"Those are all interesting points, my dear fellow."

"You did that on purpose!" Yamato insisted.

"A little peroxide is always good for the soul," she teased. "And anyway, didn't anyone ever tell you to never assume anything?"

The twenty-seven year old blonde gazed at Sora like years ago as if he could see inside. "I think you know what I mean."

Her grin went to that of short to nothing when her eyes locked on his. All these years her response never changed. She managed to break away clearing her throat to cut gauze and taped it on the wound then answered. "Well, here's something I don't get. Why is me having a cat a big deal anyway? Or, what if I'm cat sitting just like I'll be babysitting Keiko again starting tomorrow? Is that a problem?"

He blinked. "Uh…No. No, there's not…Sora?"

She sighed quenching his curiosity. "Okay, look, the cat's not mine. At work I'm head of a fashion show put annually to raise money for unfortunate families. Not only are co-worker's designs advertised with very positive feedback each year but also the money goes solely to help the families picked. And each family draws a wish list as well of what they want. My family, among other things, wished for a cat. Alright?"

Yamato's forehead scrunched putting this new info to light. "So then, the cat's not yours?"

"No way, Cat Killer. I would have fried mine by now. Wouldn't you?"

He gave a laugh putting his foot back on the floor lowering the pant leg. "Apparently, I'm best selling the blood. Do you think that's its secret of long life?" Yamato gave a quick jump jerking away when the cat passed by giving a low his.

Sora placed a hand on her cheek laughing. "Whatever Fluffy has I'm sure she's trying to keep it longer. Hey, do you want to come to the show? It's next week."

The blonde's eyebrows shot up in an instant." Me? Are you inviting me to go somewhere?"

Sora's head fell instantly, blushing as her hands raced to grab the medicine box. "Yeah, you're right. Gomen. Food's getting cold and I should put this –"

"I accept."

She froze in her position not sure what to say.

Biyomon, who had sat on a nearby chair watching this whole humorous event unfold rose from her seat. There sat Yamato with this Cheshire's grin plastered on regardless of the hideous scabs decked on his face while Sora fumbled with the box. The bird type digimon grabbed the box. "I'll take this, thank you. Excuse me. I think that's Gabumon at the door."

"Wait…" Her partner had left her with an arm stretched out as if it would help grab the object back and one foot in front of the other.

Despite the conflicting actions he watched from his former girlfriend he also saw what seemed to be a small cry for help in the sense of awkwardness. Whatever it was that was holding her back wasn't letting her move forward as much as it seemed liked she wanted to. He smiled to himself taking hold of a cup and poured the coffee offering it to her. Maybe this will help her to relax.

"Have you ever tried American coffee? It's so weak. And then they use huge mugs like these thinking the caffeine will work. Try it."

"Oh." Not sure what to say she sat back down accepting the drink. The next second her nose wrinkled. "Yleech. Did we bring sugar?"

Yamato chuckled, and handed a box over. "Yeah."

"Um, can I ask you something?"

"Of course. What type of question is that?"

"Well, I was just wondering if you'd like to share any stories from the States."

"Sora, I'll tell you anything you'd like to know. Here, put some cream in it too. It'll make it sweeter."

It was at this time she was able to pull herself together to look him in the eye. With a twinge of eagerness she asked, "How different are they?"

How about that. Maybe he was Superman after all. Was it mentioned that love is also confusing?

"No way! Ha! Dude, check this out!" reported a male in his early thirties to his buddy. He hurried to grab a few napkins since the humor he found from reading an online article on his laptop caused him to spit the tea that he was drinking onto the screen.

"What bit your foot?" inquired Ritsuo rising from his seat before the business meeting started, which was being held in a nicely furnished meeting room located in the very southern portion of the country.

"This says there's that astronaut guy that just came back from America that kills cats for money and sucked this hot chick in to help him out – No! Not now!" The laptop had unfortunately gone dead before Ritsuo could see.

"Hmm. No problem. Use mine," Ritsuo reassured pulling his laptop out of its proper case next to his own briefcase. "Just keep that drink away. I like to take care of my things."

"What? And let you be the mature one? I can fix that," his friend grinned sitting down turning the computer on. When it booted up he pulled the same webpage pointing to the hot chick he mentioned. "Check her out. Nice, huh?"

"That's Sora. What is going on?" he spoke taken aback. "Dear God, my daughter might be mixed in this."