Tato Potato, thank you for your review. I'm enjoying writing a story when the characters don't have any agenda apart from caring about each other and getting to know each other. It makes a nice change from all the drama!

Tanith Panic, I think there's something rather charming about Ethan that some people just can't resist! I'm sure I couldn't. I'm a bit of a zombie too - I have trouble going to performances with other people because they want to talk in the interval and I'm still lost in the performance! Thank you for your review.

CBloom2, I'm glad you liked the mixed-up dates! Identical twins are fun. And yes, it's definitely possible that something will happen to Ethan. Even in a comedy there has to be some suffering! Thank you for your review.

X-Sammii-X, thank you for your review. I'm glad you're enjoying it - it's fair to say that Cal and Ethan are entering into the dates with enthusiasm, even if the enthusiasm isn't genuine!

ETWentHome, thank you for your review. I think Sarah and Emma probably are a little bit put off by their boyfriend's choice of date at the moment - but things could change!

Sarah hoped the film would be over soon. She wouldn't have believed it possible, but watching a foreign film with Cal was even worse than watching one with Emma. At least Emma talked to her sometimes. She even laughed at Sarah's disparaging comments sometimes.

Cal wasn't any fun at all.

Then Sarah felt Cal's arm touch her shoulder.

She smiled. This was more like it. She waited for Cal's arm to go around her shoulders, but it didn't. It just rested there.

That was odd.

Actually, it didn't feel like an arm at all. It was much too heavy and a very funny place to put your arm.

Sarah breathed in sharply as she realised what it was. It was Cal's head. He'd put her head on her shoulder.

And why not? she thought. Girls put their heads on guys' shoulders all the time so why shouldn't the reverse happen?

Sarah smiled to herself. If they were going to reverse roles, they should do it properly. She put her arms around Cal's shoulders (which really were incredibly muscular) and kissed his head. "There, baby. I'll look after you," she whispered.

Cal began to snore.

The last thing Emma wanted was to spoil Ethan's fun, but she really wasn't feeling that great. She was tired, her throat was aching and her nose felt a bit blocked. She wondered if she should say something, but Ethan seemed to be having such a good time. He was throwing himself into the dance with enthusiasm and whenever the flashing lights allowed her to see his face, he always seemed to have a big grin on it.

No. She couldn't ask him to go home now. It was too early and she doubted she had much chance of making him hear her anyway.

Emma carried on dancing, but it was difficult to find the energy. It didn't help that she was finding it difficult to breathe through her nose. The club seemed almost unbearably hot and even when she stopped dancing, the room continued to spin.

I will not faint on my date, Emma told herself.

Her nose began to tickle.

I will not sneeze on my date either.

She turned her back on Ethan and tried to get her tissue out of her bra, but it seemed to be stuck. The tickle in her nose became more alarming and Emma pulled on the tissue, desperate to get it out before she sneezed.

At last, the tissue finally responded to her frantic tugging. She sneezed into it, wiped her nose and turned back to Ethan, hoping he was too absorbed in the dance to notice.

Ethan and was looking at her in concern. His face was bright red. He gestured towards... well, her chest. That didn't seem like Ethan.

Emma looked down, wondering what had happened.

Then she realised.

She hadn't fainted on her date. She hadn't sneezed on her date.

But she had torn her dress and flashed him.

Cal woke up from a very nice dream to find Sarah shaking his arm. "What? Where? Who?"

"We need to go; we're at the cinema; and I'm Sarah, your date," said Sarah in a deeply unimpressed tone.

"Date?" said Cal, confused. "It's sometime in September, isn't it?"

Sarah's voice hardened still further. "Your cinema date."

"What cinema? Where are we?"

"AT THE CINEMA!" shouted Sarah.

Cal had to admit he was slightly hurt to be shouted at. It wasn't his fault he didn't know what was going on. "If we're at the cinema, should you really be shouting?"

"Oh, let's just go!" Sarah stood up and started to walk away.

Cal got up and tried to follow her, but his coat fell off his lap and he nearly tripped over it. "Sarah! Wait!"

He blundered along the row and made for the exit sign. To his relief, when he emerged into the light, he found Sarah waiting for him. She looked annoyed.

"Have I done something wrong?" said Cal.

"You took me to the cinema and you slept all the way through the film!" said Sarah.

"What film?" said Cal.

"Cavalo Dinheiro!" said Sarah.

It was coming back to Cal now. That boring foreign thing which he'd sat through just to make her happy.

Though if he really had slept through it, maybe he couldn't blame her for being a little bit annoyed. "I'm sorry."

Sarah seemed to thaw a little. "Please continue."

Cal blinked at her. He'd already apologised: what else did she want? "I'm very sorry for falling asleep during our date. It won't happen again."

A light came into Sarah's eye. "I've got an idea. How about we just don't come and see this kind of film again? I mean, you obviously didn't enjoy it."

"Oh no. Not at all. I absolutely…" Cal caught her eye. He knew he wasn't fooling anyone. "I hated it. Sorry. I just really wanted to impress you and I know you love foreign films."

Sarah shook her head in confusion. "No, I don't. I hate them."

Cal stared at her in amazement. "Didn't you say you were seeing a foreign film at the weekend?"

"I might have said that," said Sarah. "But only to keep my sister company. I don't actually like them."

"So you were as bored as I was?" said Cal in delight.

"At least!" said Sarah. "I just had better manners than to fall asleep."

"Sorry," said Cal.

Sarah smiled and hugged him. "I'll tell you what. Let's go for a drink and tell each other all the things we do enjoy."

Cal looked at her in growing hope. "Does that mean you want to see me again?"

"It means I haven't completely decided to say no," said Sarah. She smiled. "It's not quite the same as saying yes, but it's the best you're going to get after falling asleep on me."

"What if things between us go really well?" said Cal. "And… I know I'm thinking way ahead here, but what if we end up being together in the sort of place where most people go to sleep? Assuming we've got all the, um, interaction out of the way, am I allowed to fall asleep on you then?"

Sarah laughed and pressed her lips lightly to his. "You're sweet, Cal. I'll give you that. How about we worry about that if it happens?"

Ethan helped Emma towards the cloakroom. He was still desperately embarrassed, but when he saw the tears in her eyes, he put his arm around her. "Don't cry. I'm sure everyone was too drunk to notice and you can't tell when you're holding it with your hand."

"I feel so stupid," said Emma.

"There's no need," said Ethan. "It can happen to anyone." He rubbed her shoulder. "I'll go and get our coats."

He had Emma's cloakroom receipt so he handed them both to the attendant. He was given his own coat and Emma's handbag.

"Didn't you have a coat, Emma?"

Emma shook her head.

"You have now," said Ethan, and helped her on with his coat, holding her close to the wall so no-one could walk past and see what had happened to her dress. "There. It suits you. It matches your eyes."

Emma gave him a confused look. "Ethan, your coat's black."

"Oh, right. Yes. Of course. Sorry," said Ethan. He'd said it because he'd always thought it was a romantic thing to say, but perhaps it didn't work unless it was true. "It… contrasts with your eyes?"

Emma gave a shaky laugh, then coughed.

"Are you all right?" Ethan peered into her face. "You look awful."

Emma's eyes filled again.

"I probably shouldn't have gone out with you," said Ethan sadly. "It was a silly idea."

Emma started to cry.

"Oh, sweetheart, it's okay," said Ethan.

"Of course it's okay," sobbed Emma. "It's not your fault you think I'm ugly and you wish you'd never gone out with me."

Ethan stared at her. "I didn't say that! Did I? I didn't mean to. I think you're beautiful and the only reason I regret going out with you is because you're not really well enough to go out."

Emma stopped crying. "Really?"

"Really," said Ethan. He put his arm around her. "Come on. I'll take you home. We can come back here when you're better."

"That would be really, um… lovely," said Emma.

Ethan sensed unwillingness. It hurt him, but he really couldn't blame her. "Only if you want to. If you don't want to see me again, I quite understand. I know I'm a terrible dancer and to tell you the truth, I don't even enjoy clubbing that much, but I wanted you to be happy."

"Really?" said Emma, her eyes wide.

"I really am sorry," said Ethan.

Emma smiled at him conspiratorially. "I'm not."

"You're not?" said Ethan. "Oh. Yes. I understand." It probably wasn't worth her being sorry if she wasn't going to see him again.

"I feel the same way," said Emma.

"The same way as… me?" Ethan couldn't believe it. Was she saying she liked him?

Emma nodded. "Completely. I don't really like clubbing either."

"Oh, right. You feel the same way about clubbing," said Ethan, disappointed. "Yes. Of course. That was what you meant." But he was frowning as he unlocked the car door. "I thought you said you were going clubbing at the weekend."

"I might be," said Emma. "But only to keep my sister company."

"But you don't actually like it?" said Ethan, just to check.

"No," said Emma. "I'm sorry. It was really nice of you to bring me here when you hated it. And when I'm all germy."

Ethan smiled and opened the car door for her. "It was really nice of you to come with me when you hated it. And when you're not very well." He smiled and went round to his side of the car. "I really think you need to go home and rest, so with extreme regret, I'll take you home. Oh, um, when I say extreme regret, I mean that I regret having to take you home. I don't regret going out with you. At all."

"I don't regret it either," said Emma. "At all."

They looked at one another.

Ethan leaned forward very slowly, giving Emma plenty of time to move away, but she actually seemed to be moving towards him.

They kissed.

It was the sweetest kiss Ethan had ever experienced.

Much sweeter than honey.