A few hours had passed in the bookstore, while Fayette and Benny lounged on the loveseat. After having read to each other scenes from old books, eventually their attention shifted over to a game of "Would You Rather". The light outside soon turned to sunset, but neither of them noticed.

"Okay, I've got one. Would you rather...kiss a frog, or lick your foot?" Benny asked.

"I'd lick my foot. I have no idea where that frog has been, and I very much doubt he'll turn into a prince."

"I guess that's true...I should've come up with a better one."

"My turn." Fayette grinned, turning her body so she faced Benny. "Would you rather be Peter Pan or Peter Parker?"

"Peter Pan."

"Do tell."

"Peter Parker could never escape being a nerd. He was still just human... And I don't like spiders," he admitted. "Peter Pan, on the other hand, got to live in Neverland, fight pirates, and he had Tinkerbell. I'd say that one's a fair trade."

"Tinkerbell, eh?" Fayette's head leaned against her hand, propped up by the top of the sofa. Her knee touched Benny's, who sat with his feet tucked under him, facing her.

"I saw the live action Peter Pan movie a while ago. She was actually pretty hot," he admitted.

"What, no love for Wendy?"

"Too pushy. She was always trying to give Peter a kiss."

"Thimble," Fayette corrected.

"What?"

"It was a thimble. A thimble was a kiss. A kiss was a thimble." Benny didn't fully understand, so she elaborated. "If I pulled a thimble out of my pocket right now, it'd be a kiss. If I gave you a kiss right now, it'd be a thimble."

Suddenly, the words struck the both of them, inches apart on this couch. Their faces hadn't seemed quite so close before, but it was as if the distance between them evaporated abruptly with those few words. Fayette felt her ears burn and her heart speed up. Benny quickly felt all the color rush to his face as his breathing became quickened. If Benny had to guess, Fayette just spotted a pair of shoes that she could not tear her eyes away from.

After dress shopping, Sarah and Ethan decided to get ice cream at a nearby parlor. They sat outside with their ice cream cones at a patio table in front of the shop, talking and laughing, losing track of time. They'd long since finished their ice cream. Until a streetlight near them turned on, they hadn't realized the sky was darkening around them.

"Wow, is it really that late?" Ethan asked, looking at his watch.

"How did so much time go by?" Sarah wondered aloud.

"I guess we just got wrapped up in our conversation."

Sarah grabbed her bag and pulled her car keys out. "I suppose I should probably take you home."

"Before you do, could I ask you something?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Yesterday, you said to ask you something tomorrow. Well, it's tomorrow, and I was wondering if you would go to the dance with me."

Again, taken aback by his bravery, Sarah's mouth curved into a smile. "I'd be honored. Just as long as we don't have to take pictures," she joked.

Ethan laughed, getting up from his chair. "Deal."

Sarah rose from her chair as well, getting in step with Ethan as they made their way to her car. The sun was fully set by now, and each lamp post's light had come on, casting an eerie glow on an otherwise peaceful night. Sarah, usually unaffected by the wind and cold, suddenly shivered.

"Are you cold?" Ethan asked, shrugging off his jacket to put around her shoulders.

"No, I just got a weird feeling." Sarah, instead of rejecting his jacket, pulled it closely towards her.

"Just walk close to me. We'll get to your car safely, I promise."

Sarah couldn't see his expression in the light, but she felt as though Ethan wasn't trying to just use a line on her. He sounded genuinely protective, and like he wanted her to feel free from harm. In fact, she'd even go so far as to say maybe he had grown up a bit, and she'd somehow missed it.

Moving a little closer towards him, Sarah grabbed onto Ethan's arm as they heard a rustling that startled them both. "Hold on," he said abruptly, turning his head to look around.

The wind picked up, causing leaves around them to stir. Unsure if he was hearing things or not, Ethan thought a whisper issued somewhere close by them.

"Let's keep walking. Once we get to your car, we can just leave." He quickened his pace, taking Sarah with him.

"Out for a romantic stroll?" A raspy voice said to their right.

Sarah and Ethan swivelled to see a young man, seemingly appearing out of the trees, drawing near them.