It was Dr. Zhivago that clinched it for Jill; it was Dr. Zhivago that made Jill realize she just might be in love. Sure, it started like any other date: he picked her up, they drove to the theatre, purchased drinks and popcorn and Milk Duds, the chose seats and settled in.

The theatre wasn't crowded, just a few other young couples, also in the first stages of dating. Tim put his arm around her and she snuggled close as the movie started. Later in the movie, during a particularly stirring moment, Jill looked to her date and saw a single tear trace down his cheek.

It moved her, mote than she'd thought anything so simple ever could, and something inside her just knew HE as the right guy, the perfect guy for her, and there was something both comforting and scary in that knowledge… in the knowledge that she could quite possibly be sitting next to the father of her future children. Children…. Did he even want to have children? And, how could she be thinking about marriage and children with this man after two dates? She didn't know. All she knew was that it just felt right.

After the movie he took her back to her room, again pausing at the door before she went in. he leaned in and he kissed her again. it was a kiss like the last one, only that much sweeter for Jill… for her, this time, this was the first kiss of her future… the kiss that would eventually lead to marriage and children and growing old together. As he held her, she saw a vision of a like with him, and it looked wonderful.

Sangren Hall, Saturday night:

Tim felt bad and Jill looked miserable. So far, this date had gone horribly: he had been late picking her up, he'd spilled his drink down the front of her dress, and they hadn't even danced yet. That was what he'd been most looking forward to: the opportunity to hold her close and breathe her in.

Hearing the first strains of Harry Nilsson's "Without You", Tim approached Jill. "You want to dance?"

"Sure, I guess," Jill agreed.

Tim took her hand and led her to the dance floor. Pulling her close, they swayed to the music together. "Look, Jill, I'm really sorry about your dress…."

"Don't worry about it, Tim. It's okay, really."

"Are you having any fun at all? Would you rather go find Mitch?"

"Tim, relax. I like being with you. Besides you're a great kisser. Much better than Mitch."

"I am, am I?"

"Yes," she answered, smiling up at him, "You are." And she kissed him, right there in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by fellow students.

"Arr! Arr! Arr! Does this mean I've got a shot at another date?"

"I'd say it was a good possibility."

Later, when kissing her at her door, Tim held her closer than he had during their previous kisses. "You think we could maybe get together sometime during the week?" he asked, "I don't wanna have to wait until Friday to kiss you again."

"Well," she said, "you could come over tomorrow and we could study…"

"Study? I'd rather make out, but studying works too. I just want to spend some time with you."

"You know, Tim, sometimes studying leads to other thinks."

"All right!"

He kissed her again. "So I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow." She nodded, and then kissed him again. "You'd better go."

"I kinda like what we're doing now."

"Me too, but we need to rest up for all that 'studying' we'll be doing later."

"I guess you're right," he leaned in for another kiss, but when they broke away from each other, she quickly ducked into her room.

"Good night!" she called through her door.

"Good night," he answered before walking to his own dorm.