"Is that all you're getting?" Reno asked her incredulously, staring at the small salad on her tray.

"Yeah, I'm not really hungry," Triss replied, tossing her black hair over her shoulder and smiling at the attendant she flashed her ID card to.

Oh, Holy. She's one of those girls who never eats, Reno had thought back then, which is why he was so surprised now as she finished off an entire pizza.

"What?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at him from her spot on the floor briefly before returning her eyes to the screen.

"Nothin'," he laughed and plopped his feet up on her coffee table and adjusted his grip on the controller.

"Hah!" she cried. "You didn't think I'd eat that whole pizza myself, did you?"

He gave her a lopsided smirk, "No, I didn't."

"I'm pretty much constantly hungry," she said. "I just do my best eating at night!"

And night it most definitely was. They had spent the entire day at the concert. During that day, Reno learned that Triss was the youngest in a family of four, just as happy in those ridiculous, frilly skirts she wore to work as she was in her jeans, loved high heels, hated hot dogs, had a slight attention problem, smoked clove cigarettes, drank top shelf vodka, wasn't on the best terms with her family, had a massive vocabulary (including an impressive array of curses), couldn't stand being bored, taught herself everything she knew about coding, was a bigger fan of the opening band than she was of the main band, and had the most brilliant smile he'd ever seen.

The evening after the concert, Reno discovered that Triss had a lovely singing voice, but was grew very shy when told so, would laugh at the stupid and horribly inappropriate jokes he made, kicked his ass in thumb wrestling, was a danger to herself in the kitchen, that her roommate was one of her brothers, that the aforementioned brother was out of town often, and that with her, "going back to her place" involved much less debauchery and much more pizza and video games than he was used to.

"No!" Reno cried.

"Haha! Take that!" Triss laughed triumphantly, leaping to her feet. "Still undefeated!"

"Aw, my feelin's are hurt, yo," Reno teased. "What're you gonna do to make it up to me?" he asked, hooking an arm around her waist and pulling her into his lap.

Triss grinned and put her face inches from his, "Well," she began and bit her bottom lip.

"Yeah?"

"I won't force you to play another round," she laughed and leaped out of his arms.

Reno blinked for a moment, processing what had just happened and watching Triss put the game system away. Did I just get turned down?

"Aw, Reno!" Triss chuckled.

"What?"

"Your face! You look like someone kicked your dog."

Reno smiled, "Well, you kinda did."

Triss grinned mischievously and crawled onto his lap. "Then let me make it up to you."