The stars in the night sky twinkled like diamonds and jewels above the surface. The flashing of red and white lights of passenger jets in the air. City streets filled with cars and trucks, ready to get back home from work. The sound of sirens, driving and swerving around cars to get where they need to be. Sidewalks are silent and lifeless, but creaking as a cold wind blows against dimmed street lights on the side. Two figures in a restaurant, waiting to serve on their table. They wore the same clothes when they met each other, except for Paramount, who washed his in a dry cleaner. They are in a 5-star restaurant with a VIP table to eat at. Luckily, Plutia has money on her to pay for the meal. If the Imperial Credit were to integrate into this universe, Paramount would have pay for it. They ordered their food minutes ago.

"After this, I'd want you to meet my friends," Plutia said.

She is eager to tell her friends about this boy and to keep eyes on him also. They are going to be surprised she has a boyfriend. Paramount and Plutia talked to each other the things they like and dislike. Plutia tried to have a conversation with his past, but he silenced himself for a while. She wonders if he has a second from and wants to see it. They both almost have the same personality; laidback, lazy, fun to be with, and if you get them angry, you are dead. Paramount is more of a quiet inside person than Plutia. She has never been in a real relationship for long, and she wants this to last forever.

"Can I ask you a question," he said. Plutia looked at him with a questioning face. She held a doll tight in her grip.

"Sure,"

"I was wondering, who is the leader of this nation. I want to question about their ruling and where they are. They need to step up their game," Paramount said.

Plutia's eyes quickly averted from Paramount to the crowd in the restaurant. She saw people whispering to each other, as a fact, they knew who she was. She knew he has to figure it out one way or another. Her eyes focus back on him for the final time.

I'm the leader of this great nation. Do you have a problem with my authority? At least I don't kill billions based on their race," Plutia said.

"How did you know?" Paramount whispered.

"As a CPU, I can access your memory files with a USB cord. The thing I saw, you need to be questioned,"

Paramount closed his eyes, thinking what to say next. He doesn't want the first date to go wrong.

"Look, I'm very sorry for all the things I said. I'm not used to a nation like this in my universe. Please, forgive of my choice of words," Paramount felt uncomfortable saying those sentences. He never apologized to anyone till now.

"Apology accepted," she said.

A man in a fancy suit walked up to the table, carrying a tray, in both hands. On the tray: two large and small plates, two medium champagne glasses, and a one-liter wine bottle wrapped in fancy paper. The man set the tray down in front of them. Next, he snapped his fingers to signal a woman, carrying a wine bottle. She poured it in Paramount's and Plutia's glasses. The man and woman bowed their heads and left, leaving the couple by themselves.

"The meal looks and smells great, but does it tastes great," Paramount said.

"Let's find out," Plutia said, smiling at the food.

Both of them grabbed a fork, knife, and spoon to eat.

After some time, there was nothing on their plates and glasses except the wrapped wine bottle. The bill, which was 410 PC, paid by Plutia. The amount of wine they drank affected their vision and mind. Paramount snapped his fingers and then the wine bottle vanished in the air.

"Take me home," Plutia said. Her words slurred when she spoke.

"Depends, how far?"

"It's only five blocks away,"

Paramount sighed and gave Plutia a hand, helping her on his back. They went outside and gazed at the city lights and stars outside.

"It's so beautiful," she said.

"Not as beautiful as you," he said in a suggestive voice.

Plutia's face turned red from embarrassment. Both of Plutia's hands is on his chest.

"For a boy, you have. . .a. . .muscular. . . chest," The alcohol invaded Plutia's brain and made her say things. "I wonder what it looks like without your clothes on," she whispered in his right ear.

"Aye, we only know each other for 10 hours. Don't need to head that way, yet. Now, show me where you live at,"

Plutia pointed to a tall building with a transmission tower on top of it. The skyscraper amazed Paramount, from its sleek design to color lights. He walked, carrying Plutia, for almost 40 minutes and stood in front of a door.

"Silly me, we could've teleported to my. . .room a long time. . .ago," Plutia said.

Suddenly, the two of them disappeared and then reappeared inside of a pink bedroom. Paramount threw Plutia onto the bed because she accidentally choked him for some seconds. He heard her snore into sleep, peacefully. The only light came in the room is the full moon outside a window. He walked out the room and closed its door.

Where do I sleep at, he thought.

Paramount entered the living room and laid down on a couch. The sounds of cars and trucks woke him up for hours. Even if everything is silent, he has to force himself to sleep. Paramount closed his eyes and slept away like a baby. Luckily, he stored everything inside himself through a magic storehouse. From clothes, personal hygiene, money, food, drinks, and weapons. Even packs of different types of condoms for safe measures. The only thing he wonders, what will tomorrow brings.

The next day

Paramount yawned as he woke up from his sleep. The bright sun shines in his face, forcing him to place his hat in front of him. He felt a tap on his right shoulder, it was Plutia.

"I see you're still here. Don't get this in you're head, you are not living here for free. Now, I already took a shower so you can take one. I'd be gone for about an hour or two. Help yourself in the kitchen and don't get in trouble," she said.

Plutia walked out of a door and left, leaving him alone in the area.

"Good morning to you!" he yelled.

Paramount got off the couch and entered a bathroom. He took all his clothes off and folded them to put it on a shelf.

I'm going to be fresher than a newborn,"

3 hours of hygiene later

Paramount, in a military gold and white suit, walked out the bathroom to go in the living room. As he walks in the room, six figures sat on the couches, staring at him.

Merry Christmas and a happy New Years