Six POV:

I'm standing in the shower, enjoying the jet of lukewarm water that's dousing me. Training was great, and I'm pleased with how far everyone's progressed.

After our sparring, we practiced blade fighting, shooting and working as a team. I still get the chills thinking about how close we were to utter defeat during our fight with Setrákus Ra.

I run my hand down the length of my hair, which is now half the length it was. It used to reach to my elbows, but now, its jagged edge just scrapes my shoulders.

I don't mind, really. It looks pretty cool. Towelling off, I wrap my towel around myself and head into my room.

Just as I unwrap the towel, the door bursts open and in strides Nine.

"Hey, Six -"

"Sh*t!" I yell, quickly rewrapping the towel around myself. I glare at his blushing face, saying pointedly, "haven't you heard of knocking?"

He's sheepish, "Yeah, well… Sorry."

We just stand there, looking at each other. His features are rapidly reddening, and I can feel my cheeks growing hot.

"Well, what is it?" I ask.

"Would you like to go out for lunch together?" He says it hurriedly, and it occurs to me that this is the first time he's not putting up his 'tough guy' act.

I feel a surge of affection for him, but I keep my features nonchalant, "Just the two of us? What about the others?"

He makes a face. "John's going out with Sarah, and Eight's going out with Marina. Sam and Ella want to rest at home."

I raise an eyebrow.

He continues, gushing, "So… Since we're the only ones left, I figure we should go out for lunch or something together."

I grin, "Are you asking me on a date?"

He shrugs, trying to act completely unflustered, "I guess so."

"And what if I say no?" I smirk.

"I know this really great pizza place. Their pizzas have wicked amounts of cheese."

"Hhhhmmm," I say, pretending to muse over his suggestion, "I can hardly say no to pizza, can't I?"

"Let's go!" he whoops.

"Meet you at the elevator in five." I smile.

Marina POV:

We're walking in this GIANT shopping mall and I'm just ogling at all the fancy clothes shops and restaurants. We're holding hands, and his hand feels so warm and comforting around mine.

"Where would you like to dine, my fair maiden?" he smiles, faking a posh accent.

I laugh, and point at a random restaurant that we're walking past, "Subway."

"Subway it is, then. My treat."

We waltz into the restaurant, and come face to face with a bored looking employee behind the counter.

"May I help you?" he asks in a slow monotonous voice.

"Yeah, sure, bro. Can you tell me when the next train arrives?" Eight asks, keeping a completely straight face.

I chortle, but the employee looks as bored as ever. "I've heard that a million times. Now may I please take your order?"

Eight looks like he's going to give a smart comeback line but I pull him away, gesturing to all the ingredients for our sandwich.

"Look at all this," I gasp, "Cucumbers, chicken, olives, tomatoes, salads, ham, cheese, apple slices, turkey shreds, foie gras, and I don't even know what that green thing is."

"Zucchini," says Eight, "It's like a courgette."

"A what?" I ask.

He rolls his eyes mockingly, grinning, "It's like a pickled cucumber."

I put my hands on my hips, "I knew that."

He just laughs. Turns out, we put practically every ingredient into our sandwich. Then comes the sauce.

"What! They have like ten different sauces? How are we supposed to choose?" I gasp.

"Y'know what, we should do something crazy." He grins.

"Sure, like what?" I ask.

"We should put every single sauce into our sandwich. Who knows? It could be pretty nice."

"Eww, no!" I say, "Imagine the taste of mustard with barbecue sauce, or with this sweet honey sauce or something, that's just GROSS!"

Turns out, he did take all the sauces. There was so much sauce, that his bread became all soggy.

I take a huge bite into my massive sandwich.

"This is delicious!" I cry, just as Eight chomps into his.

"Oh my gosh, you MUST try this!" he gasps, "this is SO GOOD. You have NO idea."

He takes another bite. I look at his saucy mess of a sandwich. "You know what? Hand it over." I say.

"Srsly?" he asks, his mouth stuffed with sandwich, as he hands over his soggy sandwich.

With that, I open my mouth as wide as it could go and take a huge bite out of his sandwich.

It tastes like a whole mix of flavours that I can't even describe, and it just has this super zingy taste. "Wow, you're right! This is AMAZING."

"See? Told you!" he laughs, "Anyway, you can have it. I'll take your sandwich."

I smile, "Thanks, Eight."

So a bit of Nix and Navrina in this chapter, hope you enjoyed!

As you can tell, I'm a serious Nix + Navrina nutter. No kidding. I will update soon, stay tuned. :)

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