"Thanks for the save," said Dive. He smiled at Emilie and got lost in her blue eyes. Her black hair accented them so it was hard for Dive to find his way out.
"Anytime," she replied, looking directly into Dive's eyes. She broke the connection by looking to her left. "So, where are we going?" Dive looked down. He didn't really have a plan; he just wanted to be with Emilie. He didn't know why but, from the moment he saw her, he couldn't stop thinking of her. An idea struck him like thunder.
"Follow me!" he said, and began running towards the Pond. She followed, hot on his heels. When they finally stopped, Emilie noticed they were in the back where the big sign that read "The Pond" stood.
"What are we doing here?" She asked, confused. Nosedive chuckled then winked at her. She was on the verge of blushing ever since they met up again at the comic shop and he almost made her crack. The platform that the sign was on rose, revealing a wide rail leading into a garage. It was Dive's turn to grab Emilie's hand and they ran down the rail to a motorcycle looking vehicle. He went behind Emilie and picked her up by the waist, helping her onto the bike since she was too short, then jumped on in front of her.
"Hold tight, Angel," he said, making Emilie crack and turn completely red. "It's going to be fast…" he revved the engine, "…and furious," he said. Emilie laughed and they rode into the city.
They stopped in front of an ice cream shop. "Ice cream?" she said, smiling.
"What?" asked Dive. Emilie shook her head and grabbed his hand, dragging him behind him. They entered the ice cream shop and a cool gust of air caressed Emilie's face, blowing her bangs to the side of her face. She looked behind her shoulder to see Dive with a sort of thoughtful, almost shocked, expression.
"Is something wrong?" Emilie asked a little worried.
"No I'm…I'm fine…" he said then looked down at his feet. Emilie shrugged and kept pulling him forward towards the ice cream.
"What can I get you kids?" asked a man with a scooper.
"I'll have a triple scoop. Coffee, chocolate, and hazelnut. Cone, please," Emilie said.
"And you?" the man asked Dive. Dive was still looking at his feet, almost sad. Emilie looked at him, getting more concerned now.
"Dive?" she said, lifting his face with her hand under his chin.
"Huh?" he said confused.
"Ice cream…" Emilie reminded him.
"Oh. Sorry. Triple scoop. Coffee, chocolate, and hazelnut. Cone, please," he said with a fake smile. Emilie realized he hadn't paid attention to her order or he would have said, "Same."
"Okay, so it's two triple scoop cones, both the same, right?" the man checked. 'Same?' thought Dive.
"Yes," Emilie reassured him. The man handed over the ice creams.
"On the house," he said and winked. Emilie guided Dive outside. They were the only ones out there except for the occasional person that walked by. It was the hour before dusk where everything is quiet. Dive and Emilie walked three blocks before they finished their "dinner" and, soon after, Dive realized Emilie was absent-mindedly holding his hand still. To see what she would do when she realized it, he squeezed her hand a little. Emilie, who had been staring into the little shops on the sidewalk, looked at her hand as she felt something squeezing it. She quickly slipped her hand away from Dive and stopped walking.
"Oh. Sorry, I didn't realize I was still holding your hand," she said as she began to blush. She instantly looked down at her feet.
"It's okay. Come on," he said jogging somewhere new. They stopped at the edge of the city. Dive took out a handkerchief and folded it. He blindfolded Emilie.
"Hey! What's the deal?" Emilie asked.
"Just trust me," Dive replied. Emilie let him pick her up. "Sit down, but be careful," said Dive when they finally stopped and he put her down. When she did, her legs dangled. Dive took off the blindfold and Emilie fluttered her eyes open. Emilie gave a light gasp and held her breath. Her eyes grew wide. She looked at where she sat and realized Dive had taken her to a cliff. He sat next to her and they both looked out at the horizon just as the sun was setting.
After watching the sun disappear under the horizon, the wind picked up making Emilie shiver. Propped up her knees and hugged them. Dive placed his black biker jacket on her shoulders and she looked at Dive before pulling the jacket closer. She looked at her feet. "Thanks," she muttered. "Dive?" she said, attempting to get his attention with her small voice.
"Yeah?" he said.
"You looked kind of sad at the ice cream shop. What was that about?" she asked.
"Well," he said. He turned to face her. "When we first came in ad the wind blew against your face, I could have sworn you looked like a goddess," he chuckled. Emilie smiled a little. "But, at that point I realized something that was just something I didn't want to realize."
"What's that?" she asked, looking into his eyes. Dive looked down, and then turned his gaze towards the horizon.
"We're too different…" he said, looking sadder than she had seen him before.
"Too different for what?" she asked. He looked into her eyes, and then moved his vision down to her lips. For a second, he closed his eyes and sighed deeply. He opened them again and leaned closer. He kissed her cheek.
"Nothing you need to worry about, Angel," he said and smiled. He got up and held out a hand to help her up. She smiled and took his hand.
"Well, whatever it was, I'm glad you're smiling again," she giggled. She got on her tip toes and kissed the feathers on his cheek. They smiled then began to walk back towards the motorcycle.