Author's Note: This chapter could double as a songfic, but I hate those, so its not. Anyways the song is Got To Believe by a Filippino band called Side A. This dinner date is in two parts cuz I want them to bond more. Those who've read Before Sunrise know I don't like to rush relationships.

O and for visuals, I've updated my profile so check those sites out. The actual restaurants I chose are beautiful and you should really check them out.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans, the ROM or Monsoon.

Chapter 6 - Got To Believe In Magic

'Mr. Logan!' Click 'A few words Garfield?' Flash 'How bout a smile for the ladies Gar?' Snap.

It was all uncomfortable. Endless questions, some not even pertaining to the exhibit. It was just a media field-day, a press conference with the unreachable, seldom interviewed eccentric millionaire Garfield Logan. Thank God it didn't have to last long. After an hour of the same, "Are you still single Mr. Logan?" and ,"Would you mind telling us about your past?" the media got fed up with his passive attitude and vague answers and left.

Now onto a different meeting with Vic Stone. Gar sighed as he waited at the Starbucks outside the museum. She had been on his mind all day. Ever since lunch his thoughts kept straying to, Raven would have found that funny, or, Wonder what she's doing now? They had the most interesting talks, usually about nothing. Talking to her was refreshing, she was so different from him and it made for great conversation. And was she beautiful. Gorgeous, really, he thought. Her dark blue eyes were filled with such sorrow he found himself trying to make her laugh all the time.

Why am I thinking like this? I've only known her for, what, 6 hours? Gar mentally shook himself as he saw Victor's large frame enter the café. He wore a long overcoat and a blue toque that accentuated his round head. He made his way to Gar and sat down.

"You're late."

"Shut it little man, I was tied up."

Gar raised a playful eyebrow, "By who? That security kitten? What was her name? Jinx?" Victor scowled at him and took of his toque.

"I'll have you know that we were busy laying out plans for your little exhibit," He went to the inside breast pocket of his coat and drew out papers, pushing them across the table towards Gar, "And don't lay that shit on me; I saw how you were looking at Raven Roth."

Gar chuckled and took the papers opening them, "How would you know? Far as I could tell your own eyes were a little… preoccupied." Gar read over the papers. All measurements and prices, shipment dates and costs. A normal person's eyes would have bugged out of their sockets, but this was just pocket change for one millionaire let alone two.

"You sure this is enough security?" Gar asked sarcastically, "Sure you don't want the Royal Guards in here too?" His eyes scanning the next few papers, blue prints, diagrams, layouts.

"Nah man, you hired me 'cuz you wanted the best security. This is as good as technology gets man. Ain't nobody gunna get in here without yours truly knowing."

"You? So you're gunna stay here the duration of the exhibit." Vic gave a cocky grin and leaned back on his chair, both had crossed behind his head.

"Best security money can buy ain't gadgets, its Victor 'Cyborg' Stone."

"Cyborg indeed, so what you not gunna sleep a wink 'til Cleopatra's back at the British Museum?"

"No, me and Jinx gunna take shifts."

Gar smirked again, "Any of 'em together?" Vic took his toque and threw it at him, hitting Gar square on the face. Gar playfully threw it back rubbing his nose. They both laughed for a while at their immaturity, then Vic leaned in, elbows on the table.

"So seriously man, you got a thing for Raven Roth?" Gar shrugged nonchalantly, Heck YES!

"I don't know man, she's really interesting and smart and-"

"Hot?" Gar grinned, biting his lower lip.

"And totally hot."

"Yeah, but. Does she like you?" Gar's eyes widened for a moment, he hadn't thought of that. Now his mind was racing with doubts. What if she thinks I'm a clumsy freak? Well she did say I was handsome. But she had to say that, she owes me so much…

The thoughts went on as Vic waved a hand in front of Gar's face, "Yo! Hey! Hey Gar! You in there?"

Gar shook his head, "Yeah, sorry."

"Man, your tripping with stress. And the Cy man knows just how to help you relieve." Gar raised an eyebrow.

"How?"

"I got a Gamestation at my hotel," Vic waggled his eyebrows and Gar grinned. It had always been their pass time; it was actually how they'd met. Shopping for Gamestation games.

Gar got up and put on his jacket, "Lead the way Cy." Vic got up and laughed putting on his toque.

"Man, can you believe we're two grown men all excited about playing a video game?"

"Yeah, I guess some things just don't change."

Raven was awoken by a knocking at her door. She had dozed off looking over and approving moving contracts for the display cases. She looked up, eyes drooping, checking if there was drool on her face, and saw Gar leaning against the door way; a smug smirk plastered across his face.

She cleared her throat,sat up and fixed her hair as he let himself in and sat down across from her.

"It's nine o' clock," he said as he crossed his legs, a fist over his mouth holding back laughter, watching her hurriedly fixing up the papers on her desk. She leered at him and let out a low growl which caused him to let out a fit of laughter. She stoically stood up, walked over to her coat tree, stopped at the door and turned to face him, an angry look on her face, jacket and scarf in hand.

"Not a word."

Gar got up, nearly keeling over trying to hold back more laughter. He bit his lips and followed suit.

"Wasn't gunna."

Murmurs of other conversations could be heard at the dimly lit romantic restaurant. Gar had chosen Monsoon, a Japanese restaurant with small Western influences. They had been given a two-seater table far from the crowd. The only light was that from beneath the walls behind them and the small halogen dangling light dead centre of their table.

"If you think about it, I mean really think about it. Isn't everyone our mother? I mean, yes, I know it sounds like some existential crap, you know like, 'everything is our mother,' blah blah blah. But really, everything around us has a hand in raising us. What we are now is just bits and pieces of everyone else," Gar was getting passionate. So much so that he ignored his fragrant pear, endive and organic miso tofu in green tea vinaigrette. It has sounded disgusting as he ordered it, but as it was brought to him, the presentation was so beautiful that it was hard to eat and ruin it. But now he was just so into what he was saying he forgot all about it, drawing Raven into his rant.

"As we get older, of course we have more of us built in and we're less likely to be swayed in our beliefs, but as we grow, and really we never stop, we are so highly influenced by everyone and everything. Like, right now? What I'm saying to you is influencing you, whether you agree or not. If you do, great you'll live the rest of your life tucking this away in the back of your head somewhere and someday, someone may come to you. Somewhere off in the future, indulging you in their philosophies and what I'm saying will come up and having your own opinions you can decide to agree of disagree. Subconsciously what I'm saying is getting to you." Raven nodded understandingly. Oddly enough, she got what he just said. Doesn't mean she saw eye to eye, but she got it.

"Wow that was fairly deep." She looked at him impressed.

He chuckled, "Well, you hit the right nerve and I can get like that." She took a bite out of her monsoon king crab cakes with cucumber namasa and coconut aioli. The food here was really good. He watched as he took a sip of their Henry of Pelham wine, year 1989.

She swallowed and asked, "So, what are you like, a Buddhist monk or something?"

He laughed, "No, I just have very set moral values. That doesn't mean I can't have my fun." He waggled his eyebrows causing her to chortle.

"But do you live chastely and abstain and all that jazz?"

"I said I had set values, I'm no saint; far from it." He took a bite out of his food. Wow, it is good.

"Really, how so?"

"Let's just say that something society would define as evil can be twisted so that it's not. Don't let my sugar-coated exterior deceive you." He raised an eyebrow suggestively.

She shrugged, "Yeah, I mean, we all have our little secrets right?"

"And then some."

"Well, from what I hear, Mr. Logan, you are a very set person."

"Set? He questioned, "And you are…"

"Not. Quite frankly, I respect what you're saying, but it's all total bull to me." As she said this she looked him straight in the eye. Nothing but the brutal truth with her huh? He smiled and laughed.

"Don't get me wrong," she continued, "You had some valid points and all. But I raised myself, an individual, never relying on anyone." Sure I had family, not much but they were there and that's where it ended. Take my father for instance. He was always physically and financially there for me, but did he raise me? No."

Gar shook his head in disbelief, "You know what you sound like to me Ms. Roth?"

"Indulge me."

"You sound like a 100, bonefied, pure-bred pessimist."

"No, realist, there's a difference. I try not to believe that the world will end tomorrow, but I don't expect the impossible either. I don't believe in unicorns or fairies or-"

"Magic?"

"Magic."

"You don't believe in magic," he said in false astonishment that made Raven smile. He snapped his fingers and swung his arm in an 'aww-shucks' motion, "And here I was about to tell you that I was a descendant of Merlin."

"Is that a historical fact?"

"No, but if you believed in magic, you might've considered it was true."

"I like to believe in facts. Truth is, Gar, you can't live off of magic. Being a descendant of Merlin isn't gunna pay for this meal."

"If I was, I could've probably conjured us up dinner instead of taking you out. But then we would have missed this amazing conversation."

"That's fantasy, we're in reality."

He threw his hands up in defeat, "Fine, you win," then leaned in really close, "But like I said, you never stop growing. I'll make a believer out of you yet."

A/N: The next chapter will be heavy on the deep, insightful conversations. And then the real fun starts. All of these conversations are those I've had, either with friends or with myself (a bit schitzophrenic). It was fun writing all the dialogue cuz it was like talking to a flirty, male version of myself. I've been told I could argue two sides of a Mobius Strip.

Here's a quote I found that's a bit of a preview of the next chapter. In latinae (latin):

Cras amet qui nunquam amavit; Quique amavit, cras amet

May he love tomorrow who has never loved before; And may he who has loved, love tomorrow as well...