I don't know why I had so much trouble finishing up this chapter. I've been busy with, well, life, but I'm hoping that I don't lose any momentum in writing it. Thank you for your kind reviews and I really do appreciate reading them. They make me want to write even more.

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"Um, no it's okay, I wouldn't want to impose," Emily answered, regretting it as soon as she said the words. She really did want to accept Oliver's offer.

"Oh, come on, it's no problem. I know where you live," Oliver said, then quickly shook his head while his eyes widened. "Wait, wow, that sounded really creepy, I'm sorry," he confessed, feeling embarrassed. "What I meant was that I remember where you live and you don't live very far from my own place, so you wouldn't be imposing." What the hell was that? he asked himself.

Emily saw Oliver start to blush a little and couldn't help but smile. "Okay. If it's not too much trouble," she accepted with a questioning look. Oliver replied by leaning over and unlocking the passenger side door. Emily walked over and climbed into Oliver's truck, feeling grateful and nervous about getting a ride with him. He was being really sweet and she appreciated his kindness.

Oliver pulled away from the curb and began his way down the street. He looked over at Emily and saw her holding onto the handles of her shopping bags, and looking straight ahead. She looked over and smiled when she saw him looking at her and they both turned away from each other quickly. Oliver decided to try to fill the silence.

"So ... you've got some moves," he said as a compliment, but it came out a little too smooth. He looked over and saw Emily leaning away from him. She was staring back at him with wide eyes and her eyebrows were pulled together in disbelief. Oliver realized how weird that must have sounded and again, tried to explain himself. "I mean, I saw you today ... skating... at the rink on seventh," he didn't know why everything he was saying was making him sound like such a creep. He wasn't trying to hit on Emily, he was just trying to make conversation. "I was at a call there and saw you skating with a bunch of kids," he tried to explain quickly, then looked back over at Emily. She was still staring at him but her face was a little more relaxed. He couldn't read her expression though. He turned his attention back to the road without another word.

Emily watched as Oliver stared straight ahead and thought his reaction was funny. She often got tongue tied and had things come out the wrong way when she was feeling nervous, and she wondered whether Oliver's ramblings meant that he was nervous with her.

"Thank you," she said, grabbing Oliver's attention. "It was my school's activity day and I offered to do public skating," Emily went on to explain.

"Your school?" Oliver asked, appreciating that Emily had decided to speak to him instead of ride in silence for the rest of the drive.

"Yes, I work at Algonquin Elementary," she answered.

"Oh, you're a teacher?" Oliver asked, feeling more relaxed with her.

Emily smiled when once again she would have to clarify that she wasn't a teacher. "No, I'm a special needs counsellor," she answered and looked over at Oliver who looked confused. She smiled. "I work with the children in the school who have special needs and require extra assistance or counselling," she added.

Oliver nodded and was impressed. "Wow, that sounds," he couldn't think of the word he was looking for.

"Boring?" Emily offered.

"No, no, no," he shot out quickly. "That's impressive," he clarified.

"I like it," Emily replied and Oliver noticed the genuine smile on her face. She really did love her job and everyone she worked with. "It's not as impressive as police work though," she added, looking over at Oliver.

Oliver shook his head, still looking straight ahead. "Trust me, police work isn't always impressive," he said, in a boring tone.

Oliver looked out ahead and saw the restaurant that he was going to stop at for dinner. He thought about skipping it, but was really looking forward to a greasy burger. He hesitated for a second before speaking. "I'm sorry I was planning on grabbing a burger on the way home. Would you mind if I take a little detour?" he asked, looking over at Emily. She shook her head and smirked.

"No, not at all. I'm in no hurry," Emily confessed. She really didn't mind at all. She was enjoying her conversation with Oliver and didn't have anything she had to do when she got home.

Oliver pulled into the parking lot and lined up in the drive-through.

"Can I get you anything? Are you hungry?" he asked.

"No thank you, I'm okay," Emily answered appreciatively, and gave a small wave of her hand. At that moment, her stomach decided to give her away by making a loud growling noise. Her face crinkled and she closed her eyes, turning away from Oliver. Emily heard snickering and turned back to Oliver to find a huge smile across his lips, his shoulders bouncing up and down as he silently laughed at her.

"What do you want?" he finally asked playfully, with a tear forming in the corner of his right eye.

She began laughing too, and couldn't answer him for a few seconds. After finally being able to take a deep breath she cleared her throat.

"Um, a cheeseburger please," she answered, still smiling. "With no onions," she added quickly.

"No onions?" Oliver asked with a puzzled look, still catching his breath.

Emily shrugged with an innocent smile. "I'm not a fan of raw onions," she answered.

"Who doesn't like onions?" Oliver teased, smiling broadly at Emily.

Emily smiled as she watched how Oliver's face lit up when he smiled like that. He looked carefree and his eyes became warmer and kinder. She stared at him for a few seconds longer then shook her head slightly, worrying that he might catch her staring at him "It's pretty common," she answered, pretending to be insulted. "I work with a woman who asks for no onions then orders a side of onion rings." She was starting to feel little more comfortable with him and was enjoying his company.

"Okay, that's weird," he said with a puzzled look, while laughing. A lady's voice came over the speaker then, asking for their order. Oliver looked over at Emily again and leaned in closer towards her. "Did you want anything else? Fries? A drink?" he whispered, with raised eyebrows.

"No thank you," she whispered back with a small head shake. She felt a shiver spread through her torso because of the way that Oliver had leaned in closer to her. Stop it, Emily. My god! she yelled at herself for getting caught up in that simple gesture.

"Yeah, hi. Can I get a cheeseburger with no onions and a double cheeseburger meal with no pickles? And a root beer to drink?" he finished, then waited for confirmation. The lady taking their order told him the total and he slowly moved up towards the window and stopped behind a few cars that were still ahead of them. Oliver looked over at Emily and was surprised to see her staring back at him. Her mouth was dropped open and her eyebrows were pulled together.

"What?" he asked.

"Did you really just make fun of me for not liking onions, then order yours with no pickles?" Emily asked accusingly. She thought it was funny.

"Hey, pickles don't belong on burgers, or even sandwiches," he answered seriously, emphasizing his point by pointing his finger at her and cocking his eyebrow.

Emily snorted a laugh then exhaled. "Ahh, you're cute," she admitted, then immediately looked away. She had wanted to say "that's cute," but it came out wrong. She kept her head turned away from Oliver, regretting what she had just said, and bit her bottom lip. She couldn't believe she just said that out loud and grew warm with embarrassment as she kept her head facing out towards her window.

Oliver sat still for a few seconds, smiling sheepishly. He looked down at his hands and was blushing because of Emily's comment. He wasn't used to being told he was cute, except maybe sarcastically. He thought it was kind of sweet. He looked up at Emily and found her still looking out of her window, refusing to look at him. Oliver felt bad and didn't want her to feel embarrassed.

"So, where did you learn to skate like that?" Oliver asked, remembering how impressed he was when he saw her skating earlier that day. He hoped that she would continue talking to him. He was surprised that, up until then, their conversation seemed to flow so easily and he was having fun with her.

Emily swallowed the lump in her throat and turned back towards Oliver. "I have two older brothers, and I was basically their shadow growing up. I copied everything they did," she explained, then looked up at Oliver and smiled shyly. "I've been on skates since I was about four years old."

Oliver nodded, impressed again.

"Look, I'm sorry about … about what I said before," she cut in quickly. He looked over and saw Emily looking at him timidly. He knew that she was referring to calling him cute.

Oliver shook his head and smiled. "Hey, I'm not complaining. It's not everyday someone calls me cute," he told her playfully. That seemed to make Emily feel more at ease. She smiled back at him and nodded, appreciating how he seemed okay with her comment.

Oliver drove forward and collect their food a minute later and he began driving again, heading towards Emily's apartment. Emily still felt a little awkward but they continued to chat as Oliver drove.

"So are you off now or do you have a few more shifts left?" Emily asked, trying to make conversation.

"I am off for the next four days," he answered with exaggerated relief, making Emily smile.

"Nice. Any big plans?" she asked innocently, but realized it sounded like she was prying. Emily scolded herself for being so nervous around him again.

"Making dinner for my daughters tomorrow night, then probably cleaning and relaxing for the next few days," Oliver answered.

"Oh, you have children?" Emily asked, genuinely interested.

"Yeah, three daughters," Oliver answered fondly. Without too many details, he went on to explain how he and Zoe had just recently decided to get divorced and how they were still on pretty good terms, which he really appreciated.

"I'm happy that you're still able to be civil with each other," Emily offered, honestly. "With my job, I see a lot of divorced couples, and it's really hard on the children when their parents can't get along."

Oliver smiled, appreciating Emily's comment. "Thanks," he said and looked over to find her smiling back at him. When he looked back out in front of him, Oliver realized that they were on Emily's street. He didn't understand why but he felt a bit disappointed when he realized that he was about to drop her off. He really enjoyed seeing her again and liked talking to her about things other than Sarah's case. He pulled up to her apartment and parked next to the sidewalk.

"Thank you for the ride, Oliver," Emily said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, feeling nervous all of a sudden. Oliver grinned at hearing her say his name and watched her gather her bags together. "And for the onion-less burger," she added with a sly smile.

"It was my pleasure," Oliver laughed. He liked her sense of humour and how she joked around with him. They continued to look at each other for a few seconds, smiles slowly relaxing, when Oliver's cell phone rang. He jerked his hands away from the steering wheel and fumbled for his phone in his pants pocket. When he got it free he looked down and saw that it was Zoe calling. "I, um, I should take this," he said to Emily, who nodded and opened her door, quickly stepping out of the truck to give Oliver some privacy. Before she closed her door, she mouthed "thank you" again and walked away towards her buildings entrance.

Oliver watched her walk away and realized he was smiling. He quickly shook his head and answered his phone. "Zoe?" he asked.

Emily made her way upstairs, thinking about how unexpected it was to get a ride home from Oliver and how much she actually enjoyed their time together. She thought of how nice he was and how much he made her laugh. She felt embarrassed when she remembered how she said he was cute and felt grateful that he didn't seem annoyed with her for saying it.

"You've gotta get out more," she said out loud to herself, realizing how much she was liking a man that she had really only just met. She got to her apartment and started to put away the items she picked front the store. When she finished, she noticed that she was missing the small gag of apples that she bought. She looked around, thinking about whether or not she did actually buy apples, then remembered packing them in her bag. Emily through back her head when she realized that she may have dropped them in Oliver's truck. She jammed her feet into her shoes and slammed the door behind her as she ran out of her apartment and down the hallway.

As she reached the door leading outside, she saw that Oliver was closing his truck door and started walking towards her. They both smiled when they saw each other.

"Think you may have dropped these," he said, holding up the bag of apples. Emily continued walking towards Oliver and exhaled, trying to catch her breath, taking the apples from him.

"Thanks," she said, shaking her head and slightly rolling her eyes. She didn't really know what else to say.

"It's okay," Oliver answered, with a chuckle. He had just finished talking to Zoe about when he could pick up the girls and looked down to see the small bag of apples. He figured he'd bring them up to her since he hadn't driven away yet.

Emily stared at Oliver with a small smile and didn't quite want to leave yet. She took in a breath, thinking of asking if he wanted to come upstairs and eat their burgers together, but she didn't. Way to forward, she said, talking herself out of it. Instead, she let out her breath and bit her bottom lip.

"Thanks again," she said, and took a step back.

"Yeah, um," Oliver said and put his hands in his pockets. "You're welcome," he continued, and took a step back as well. "See you around," he added, also unsure of what to do.

"Bye," Emily said, then turned around and walked back into her building, while Oliver walked back to his truck, taking one last glance back as Emily disappeared into her building.

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