The Bet
No matter what happens, you're not allowed to fall in love with me.
Won't be a problem.
Stupid Charles and his stupid 'little boys pull little girls' pigtails because they like them'. He had a bet going with Amy because he was the better detective, and because he was the better detective, he'd won.
Which was why he'd spent a lot of money- a lot of money he didn't have- on the worst date possible. And yet, there they were, on the roof. And the moonlight was shining, and Amy looked really pretty.
No, she looked beautiful. Even with peanuts raining down on her, the big dork.
She looked beautiful, and maybe he did like her a little.
Stupid Charles.