The Chinese food arrives within an hour and Sonny gets the door. "Here we are!" He smiles putting the stained brown bag on the counter.

"Should we start with the salad?" I ask, now in the kitchen placing the dish he made down next to the bag. Sonny nods and I serve the salad. We sit next to each other in the bar stools and he goes to eat. "wait, no prayer?" I ask him with an eyebrow raise.

"It's usually a family thing." He answers back "no need to do it on a date."

I smile back "okay." We eat our salad as we laugh about the over cooked pasta. After, he serves me some of the Chinese food on a plate and we continue talking.

"So, how's working going?" I ask him before taking a bite into my shrimp fried rice.

He exhales "it's fine." He says, his voice sounding strain.

"What?" I ask him, clear something isn't right.

He shakes his head taking a bite of his own food and waiting till he finished chewing before responding "nothing, it's all fine."

"Sonny, come on." I urge "what is it?" I ask, putting my fork down.

He follows my lead and puts his down "I don't want to ruin our date with work stuff, it's not the happiest of jobs. Please?" He asks, his blue eyes pleading with me not to push it.

"Fine." I smile back through my teeth. "How's Anastasia?" I ask changing the subject.

He gushes about his niece for a moment and then asks me about my job "so, have you gone back to to work?"

I shake my head then explain "I actually quit that the other day."

"Why?" He asks. I give him a knowing glance and he nods his head in understanding "I guess things don't stay the same after going through the things you went through." He says kindly, not judging my choice to leave. "What do you want to do next?" He asks.

"I'm not sure, but I think I want to help people who are going through similar things to what I'm going through." I say to him.

He nods with a small grin "that could be tough. It's only been a few months since your attack." My own grin fades away, knowing that he's right but sad he felt the need to mention it. As if reading my mind he adds on "I think it's wonderful you want to help, I just hope you take some time to heal first."

"I will." I assure him "I can't even really think about getting another job yet, I still have to move out of here first."

"You're moving?" He asks curiously.

"I don't think I can stay here after what happened. I kind of want a fresh start somewhere else." I say.

"Are you planning on staying in the city?" He questions. I can't tell if it's just me reading into it or not, but his voice sounds strained, like he's worried.

I nod my head to confirm. "Yes, if I can find somewhere cheap enough!"

He kind of snorts "good luck with that. If you want someone to go with you to look at places, I'd be happy to come along." He offers.

"That's actually really sweet of you Sonny, thanks. I may take you up on that." I respond, I take one more bite of food from my plate and put my napkin on the counter, already full.

Sonny takes a few more bites of his food before being done. "So, should we make this into a dinner and movie kind of night?" He stands up heading over towards the couch, as comfortable as ever.

"Well actually-" I try to explain but he clicks the TV on and the screen fuzzes back at him. He flips through a few channels before catching on and clicks it off "I haven't really gotten around to paying that bill this month." I wipe my hands across my jeans in a nervous manner.

He throws the clicker on the couch "not a problem, it's a beautiful night for a walk. What do you say?" He asks with a gleaming smile.

"Sure" I agree, heading over to the closet to put a jacket on. Sonny puts his black one on, leaving off the suit jacket and closes the door behind me. I lock it, and we make our way to the elevator. We get into the street and he opens his arm for me to take. I do so happily and we begin slowly walking away from my apartment.

"So, tell me something about yourself nobody knows." He throws out to me once we are a few blocks away.

I exhale then hum, trying to think of something to say. "Alright, when I first started teaching I had to teach a unit on bee's. Well, I thought it would be smart to collect a few bee's and bring them into my class to show my students." I laugh at the memory. "I had one girl who didn't think it was very kind of me to capture these bee's so while we were all at recess she found her way back inside and free'd the bee's in the classroom!" Sonny starts chuckling next to me "when we get back into class it takes a few moments but there's at least a dozen bee's flying around the room! I didn't know what to do so I pulled the fire alarm to evacuate the school." I confide in him.

"You did what?" He asks with a large grin, holding back more laughs.

I nod a few times "I know it was wrong, but I couldn't tell my principal that I brought them in! I think I had 2 students who were allergic to bee's. The fire depart came and after they cleared the building I told them I was having a problem with bee's. They had someone come in the next day to inspect it but they couldn't figure out where they came from. People still think it was a student who brought them in, and I just can't tell anyone what really happened after all these years." I explain, laughing at times while I tell it.

"Well, good to know the people's tax dollars are being put to good use!" He jokes with me.

"Ugh, I know! I'm a terrible person." I put my head down and cover it with my free hand.

"No, it's fine. That's a pretty good story." He ensures.

I look up and smile. "Well, what about you? Tell me something no one knows about you." I return the statement.

I can see him wracking his brain for a story to tell me and watch as his eyes light up when he figures one out. "Well, when I was a kid, Bella and I went to the grocery store for some candy. We weren't allowed to spend our money on that, but we didn't care. We went home and were off the walls hyper. We were bouncing around all over the place. Well, we ended up knocking down my grandmother's urn, her ashes all over the floor. We didn't know what to do so we just kind of made a mess in the house, like it was broken into. When they came home we told them it was like this when we got home and they called the police. They filled out a report but nothing ever came of it. My parents still have no idea." He tells me.

I laugh at his story and comment back "ooh, your poor parents were probably so scared!"

His smile stays on his face after our laughter subsides and he says "your turn."

I stop where we are standing and turn to face him, releasing my arm and putting my hands in my jacket pockets "well actually, you didn't even go yet." He raises an eyebrow not following what I mean so I elaborate further "you told me a story that Bella also knows, so it technically is something that someone does know about you!" I call him out.

He throws his head back, not believing I caught him on a technicality. "Oh come on, that was a good one!" He tries to get out of it.

I shake my head not accepting "no, no, you need to tell me something that nobody knows!" I stay firm.

He thinks for a moment, his eyes looking up to the dark sky. They soon come back and are looking right into mine, his smile fading into a grin, a small dimple forming in one of his cheeks "well, how about nobody knows that I've been wanting to kiss you for weeks now." His comment stuns me, and I find myself with nothing to say. "Was that too much?" He asks, staying the same distance a part, keeping himself steady as the world spins around me. I slowly shake my head to tell him no, that it was okay. "May I?" He asks, leaning in just a bit closer. I nod my head this time, telling him that it was okay. He leans his head down to mine, our foreheads touching. My eyes close, allowing myself to be taken away with his scent of coffee, noodles and citrus. His left hand reaches around my neck gently. A moment later his lips are touching mine, his fingers gently squeezing my neck. His lips are just barely chapped from the wind and before I sink further into it, his lips are gone, off of mine.

I open my eyes and he's already looking back at me with a wide smile and twinkling blue eyes. I don't know what to say, barely still standing so I whisper out "hi" and bite my lower lip.

"Hi." He says back, taking my hand and moving us forward to walk some more.