It was hard for Roberto to focus on the road with Jean sitting next to him. Every once and awhile he was positive she was staring at him, but when he looked she was looking out the window. They arrived at the resturant and Roberto got out of the car and practically ran around to the other side to open the door for Jean to get out.

"Um, thank you," Jean whispered taking Roberto's outstretched hand as they walked into the restaurant. Jean smiled as Roberto laced his fingers with hers.

"Two," he said to the waitress who seated them in a tiny booth with not nearly enough leg room. Jean glanced at the menu and then at Roberto.

"I've never eaten any place like this before, would you order for me?" she asked softly. Roberto nodded thinking about how Jean's voice was so pretty, like an angel's. After Roberto ordered for the two of them, Jean flashed him a smile as her foot accidently hit his.

"Sorry."

"It's okay, Jean, just relax. This is going to be a nice evening, just the two of us." Jean nodded blushing slightly when Roberto stated the obvious that it was just the two of them. The feeling of passion she had felt earlier was still there, only not quite as strong. Roberto blushed when he caught Jean staring at his lips, of course she turned away, trying to pretend she hadn't been looking. Roberto didn't understand how their date could be so awkward. Neither of them seemed to have much to say, even though he could tell Jean wanted him as much as he wanted her.

"So have you um, applied to any dance schools?" Roberto finally asked breaking the silence.

"Not yet, they wouldn't accept me anyway."

"Why not, you're amazing, I'm sure if they just saw you, they'd give you every scholarship known to mankind." Jean laughed softly.

"You really think I'm that good?" she asked as Roberto put his hand on hers.

"No, I don't think you're that good, I think you're better," he answered and was rewarded as Jean leaned across the table and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"All the schools are so far from Bayville. I couldn't stay at the Institute if I was accepted." Roberto nodded. The words slowly sinking into his head. If Jean did leave he would never have a chance to get to know her better, to take her out on dates, to someday buy her a diamond ring, to someday marry her.

"How far away is the nearest one?" Jean was about to answer as the food arrived.

"About three hours away," Jean answered truthfully slowly starting to eat her dinner.

"I think you should go Jean."

"Really? That's what Scott and I broke up over. He wanted me to stay here, said I could teach dancing or something to the new recruits." Roberto frowned. He couldn't believe Scott's selfishness sometimes.

"Yes, really Jean. I think you should follow your dream and be a dancer." Jean smiled.

"Thank you Roberto. And you're right, I shouldn't let what others say influence my choice, I mean it is my life right?"

"Right." Roberto answered thinking to himself how he would buy tickets to every one of Jean's performances.