And I am back! Hope you enjoy this next chapter. I added some romantic stuff in here, moved the story along a bit more, so I hope you enjoy. And please, please. PLEASE! REVIEW! Oops, I'm getting carried away! Anyway, enjoy!

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Ariadne didn't realize that she had spent nearly forty minutes picking out an outfit. She kept telling herself it really didn't matter what she wore but this man was so high class that she felt insignificant next to him dressed in anything casual. She had brought along a few nice dresses but most were too formal. In the end she decided on tightly fitting black leggings and a maroon dress that reminded her of a blouse that had been made too long. Thankfully she had a pair of dark red heels that were a shade deeper than her dress. The heels toned her legs and made her taller. She didn't bother to apply much make up and she kept her hair simple.

She entered the lobby five minutes early hoping that she would have time to calm her sudden nerves; however she didn't get that luxury.

"Ariadne," the familiar boyish voice filled her ears. Robert stood, his eyes moving over with surprise. She couldn't help but allow her own eyes wander over him. He was wearing a striking light gray suit, white button up shirt, and a blue tie that brought out the colour of his eyes.

"Robert," she nodded.

"You look beautiful," he murmured.

"Thank you," her cheeks turned a deep shade of red. "You look amazing too," she admitted.

"I thought we could take a walk," he suggested. She looked down at her heels and grimaced. Of course she had worn heels, would have been too easy to wear comfortable shoes. Not wanting to change she gave a short smile and a nod.

The sun had long gone down, leaving the sky a dark blue. Although not visible, Ariadne could almost picture the sky littered with stars. Instead, all she could see was the tiny sliver of the moon peering out from behind a cloud. Although nighttime, it was far from dark, but she forced herself to ignore the lights, wanting to get lost in the shadows.

"It's a beautiful night isn't it," Robert commented lightly, his gaze also directed upward.

"Where are we walking to?" She wondered.

"I don't know," he shrugged, his eyes still locked on the sky. "To be honesty I have no idea what I'm doing,"

"Well how about we start walking," to not only his surprise, but to hers as well, she took his hand and began to pull him alone. His finger interlocked with hers and she found it to be comfortable, like his hand had been made for hers.

"Do you like your room?" He asked.

"It's gorgeous,"

"I'm glad you like it,"

"I hate to be a mood killer, but why did you want to see me again?" She wondered. He gave her a sidelong glance, his eyes soft as they met hers.

"I remembered, I remembered where I have seen you before. I had a dream about you. That must sound crazy, I feel crazy just saying it, but I know that I've had a dream about you. I can't remember anything else about it, except your face. I wanted to see you again because, and I beg you do not think of me badly, but I felt like the dream was meant to bring me to you. You are supposed to be part of my life, I just don't know how yet," Fischer looked ashamed of everything he had just said. Ariadne had never taken him as one to believe in fate or prophetic dreams, but in the past few hours he had begun to do a lot of things she didn't expect. As weird as it all was she couldn't help but feel relieved. He had already drawn conclusions about the dream which meant he would hopefully not try too hard to dig into it.

"I don't think you're crazy," she squeezed his hand, which she almost forgot she had still been holding. The couple received a few stares as they continued their walk, most were directed at Robert who they probably recognized. Some of the stares were focused on her, curiosity springing forth by the appearance of the simple girl dating the wealthy man next to her. Of course it wasn't a date; she had fallen for Arthur, not Robert. She was only holding his hand as a friendly gesture, right?

"You don't?" His voice was hopeful, as if her opinion was the most important thing in the world.

"It's strange, but you aren't crazy,"

"That means a lot to me. I've been feeling so odd all day, and it's all because of you," he sighed, then suddenly added, "Not that it's a bad thing,"

"Robert, I…" She trailed off. What did she want to say? That his comment had warmed her? That his hand was sending a flurry of butterflies in both her stomach and chest? That every time those gorgeous pools of blue looked her way she felt dizzy. No, she couldn't say any of that because truthfully, it frightened her. She was so used to having her affections directed at Arthur that she was afraid that if she gave over to anyone else she would miss a possible chance with him. So why did she have the sudden urge to kiss Robert?

"Is something wrong?" He asked when she didn't continue her sentence. He noticed her conflicted expression and the frown that had the corners of her mouth turned down. She remained silent, her thoughts still elsewhere. He stopped and turned her to face him, "Did I say something wrong? If so I apologize…"

"I wonder what it would feel like to…" she started to say, more to herself then to him, when she suddenly snapped back to reality. His face was dangerously close to her. She could smell the warm yet refreshing scent of his aftershave and before she could stop herself she inhaled deeply.

"What do you wonder?" His voice was low.

"I…" She bit her lower lip, unable to decide what to say next. Seemed as though it didn't matter because before she could say anything else something consumed Robert and caused him to press his lips to hers. They both were in shock, but neither dared pull away. Ariadne felt as though someone had set her skin on fire and giving over to her sudden desires she began to kiss him back. Robert was polite as ever as his lips explored hers, keeping his hands on the small of her back, not allowing them to travel lower. She was grateful for this. Her fingers entwined themselves in his incredibly soft brown hair and gently pulled him closer, leaning her body into his.

"Would you go to dinner with me tomorrow," he managed to say breathlessly between each kiss. She pulled away slightly, their faces only inches apart.

"You mean like… Like a date?" Once again she bit her bottom lip, a habit she never realized she had.

"Yes,"

"I don't know if I should, I mean, we just met," she knew it was a terrible excuse, especially considering what she had just done.

"Please," he pleaded, "I need to see you again,"

"Well I…" The sudden vibration of her phone startled them both, immediately cooling them off. She checked the number and felt incredibly awkward all of a sudden.

"Hello?" She said, giving Robert an apologetic look as she walked off a few feet.

"Is everything okay? With Fischer I mean?" Arthur asked with a serious tone, all business as usual.

"Uh, everything is fine,"

"Are you able to talk at the moment? If I interrupted I can hang up," he told her.

"No, I can talk, I was just about to walk back actually," she gazed at Robert who was leaning against a nearby building, his head resting against the wall, his eyes closed.

"What exactly does he remember?"

"Nothing, we're okay. He knows he has dreamt of me, but he has no idea what happened in the dream, or even what type of dream it was. He think I'm… Well it's hard to explain," she laughed awkwardly.

"Thank goodness," she could almost see the lines on Arthur's forehead smoothing away with relief.

"I'll stop by your room before I go back to my own. I have to go though, I don't want him to think something is wrong," she told him, hanging up before Arthur had a chance to say good-bye. "Sorry about that," she apologized, returning to Fisher's side.

"Don't apologize," he shook his head, his eyes still closed.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, better than fine. Ariadne, I think I like you, a lot," he admitted sheepishly. She was thankful for his unopened eyes as her face filled with blood.

"I think I like you too," she said before she could stop herself. What was she doing? What about Arthur?

"You never gave me an answer, about dinner tomorrow night," he reminded her, finally pushing himself away from the wall to stand in front of her.

"Yes, yes I'll go," she smiled. He returned her grin and took her hand.

"I wish I had more time tonight to talk, but I'm afraid it's time to take you back," he sighed contentedly.

They walked back mostly in silence, enjoying each other's company. As before they were met with a few stares. No one thought of them as unusual or disgusting, but more curious than anything. Although she was dressed nicely, there was no doubt that she was not in the higher class of society. Just the way she awkwardly walked in her heels gave her away. Robert, on the other hand, obviously was very rich and a few people looked at him with recognition. Mix that with a nearly ten year age difference and you have a rather odd couple.

Finally they reached the hotel and said their good-byes. Before parting he planted a swift kiss on her lips and disappeared. She waited in the lobby for a few moments, composing herself, before she made her way to Arthur's room. She was surprised to find him in the same state he had been before she left.

"Apparently you didn't take my comb suggestion," she smirked, walking past him, sitting on his bed once more.

"So what happened?" He demanded not unkindly.

"Wait, before the interrogation takes place let me take these dreaded things off," she winced, removing her heels. As short as the walk was, it had seriously killed her feet. "Remind me to never wear these again," she tossed them to the side.

"Here, let me help," he seated himself in a chair in front of her, gesturing for her to place one of her feet on his lap. She hesitantly complied. To her utter pleasure he began to give her a massage, his skillful fingers pressing into her sore foot.

"Oh my god," she muttered, closing her eyes. He chuckled softly.

"So what happened?" He repeated the question.

"We went for a walk and talked mostly," she shrugged, then going on to explain his dream theory of her.

"Never figured him to be the type to believe in that sort of thing, of course, then again, people always hide surprises," the Point Man said as he had her switch her feet.

"I thought the same thing. Robert is a lot different than I would have thought him to be. Anyway, he wants me to go to dinner with him tomorrow night,"

"Dinner?" Arthur raised an eyebrow, he said the word teasingly.

"Yes dinner," she lowered her voice in attempt to mockingly mimic him. Her failure sent them both into laughter.

"So he does like you," he said with more seriousness.

"Yeah," she bit her lip again, feeling an uninvited blush crawling to her cheeks. He noticed this.

"You're not telling me everything are you?" It was meant to be more of a question but came out as an accusation.

"Well… I…" she stuttered a bit. Did she really want to tell him?

"Ariadne, aren't we past this?" He sighed exasperatedly.

"Fine, we kissed. That's why I know he likes me, that's why he wants me to go to dinner with him tomorrow," she said nonchalantly. Arthur's hands froze.

"He kissed you?" The words escaped his mouth in a slight choke as if his breath had been caught in his throat.

"Yeah,"

"And you kissed him back?"

"Yes," she admitted awkwardly. She lifted her gaze to his face and her own breath was caught when she saw something she never thought she would see. Hurt, jealousy, sadness, these all filled his usually calm and handsome features.

"Why?"

"Well I assume he kissed me because he likes me, I thought we already established this," she tried to keep her voice even but failed.

"No, I mean, why did you kiss him?" He exaggerated "you" and "him".

"Because, I think I might like him too,"

"Oh," was all he said. The tension in the air suddenly became thick and uncomfortable. His warm hands were still resting on her ankle and she didn't have the guts to pull it back.

"Is something wrong?" She finally asked.

"No,"

"Arthur, aren't we past this?" She threw his words back at him.

"It doesn't matter, I should get some sleep, so should you," he gently lowered her foot to the ground and stood to get the door like he always did.

"Wait, something is wrong. It's written all over your face so will you just tell me already? I thought we were friends," she muttered the last part with a sad tone. He pivoted on his heel and looked down at her with his warm brown eyes.

"Friends," he repeated the word, the mere sound of it causing him pain. She stood up, closing the distance between him.

"Just tell me what's wrong okay?"

He opened his mouth as though he intended to say something but then instead of producing words, he kissed her.

Well there you have it, I obviously cannot make up my mind. Both couples just seem so sweet! Ah well, I hope you enjoyed that chapter. PLEASE REVIEW. I really care about what you all think of my story so I wouldn't even mind one word reviews. Just say "Good" or "Bad" I would prefer something a little longer but at this point I'll take anything. Anyway, I'll update soon, and hopefully I will make up my mind! Love you all!