NOTE: The first chapter was too cute! I had to do another one. This one…well, you'll see.
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Sandra turned the page. This picture was of two people dressed up in costumes in front of a convention center. The people were dressed as Cat Woman and Robin.
Nicholas sat on the couch next to Sandra. "Oooooh, now that was a fun time!"
Sandra put her arm around Aaron's shoulders. "This is where your dad and I first met. Comic Con International in San Diego, 1996."
*flashback*
Sandra was in her hotel room with her friend Julia Levin. Sandra was trying to get into her Cat Woman costume. It was Saturday, when most of the celebrities were there. The costume was a simple one- black cat ears, black spandex suit, black gloves, a black mask and black knee high boots with heels. "Hand me my boots, would you?"
Julia did. "I still can't believe you dragged me out here without a costume of my own!"
"You're the one who didn't think you'd need one!" Sandra zipped up her suit and went to work on her boots. "Man, these are tight!"
"You looking for someone?"
Sandra looked at Julia meaningfully. "Nope. I'm just really into this."
Julia crossed her arms. "Uh-huh. Yeah, I'm finding that hard to believe."
They left the hotel, which was just across from the convention center. It was morning, right before the Exhibition Hall opened, about nine o'clock.
They walked along the streets and crossed at the corner of Harbor Drive and Convention Center Court among hordes of convention attendees.
They walked towards Hall B. As they went along, they ran into someone in a Robin costume.
"Hey you! Robin! Great costume!" Sandra smiled at him. Julia took this opportunity to disappear.
"Right back at you," he said. He looked down at her name tag. "Sandra, huh? I'm Nicholas." He held out his hand.
She shook it. "You're British, huh?"
"How'd you guess?"
"Your accent gave it away." Sandra grinned again. "I'd say that you were born in England and lived there almost all your childhood. You moved to the US just before you turned eighteen."
Nicholas was astonished. "H-how'd you know that?"
"Deductive reasoning."
*later that day*
They'd chosen to stay together all day, something that neither of them regretted in the slightest. They really liked each other. They were sitting on the staircase outside Exhibition Hall C. Turns out they had many of the same interests.
"So, where are you from?" asked Nicholas.
"Well, I grew up in DC, but I went to Yale," said Sandra.
"I did too! What was your major?"
"Criminal Justice," said Sandra. "And then I went back to get my Masters in Sociology and I'm working towards a Doctorate in Psychology. I also took a language or two."
"Which ones?"
"Japanese and French. I took Hebrew in high school and I'm still fluent," she replied with a smile. She shivered.
"Getting cold?"
Sandra nodded.
Nicholas took off his cape. "Here." He draped it over her shoulders. "Better?"
She nodded and smiled gratefully. "Much."
"Can I see underneath the mask?"
"You know a hero's not supposed to reveal their secret identity," Sandra admonished.
"Maybe not in public. What hotel are you staying at?"
"You never told me your major."
He smiled. "If you must know, I studied World History for my Bachelors, then went back to get my Masters in Education and right now, I'm working towards a credential. I want to be a college professor. Right now, I student teach at a high school," Nicholas replied.
"There we go! Now, which hotel are you staying at?" asked Sandra.
"The Comfort Inn, about a half mile away. You?" asked Nicholas.
"Same here! Couldn't afford anywhere else."
"I know the feeling." Nicholas chuckled. He looked up. They were startled to see that it was night. "May I walk you back?" He stood up and held out a hand.
She took it. "You may." As Sandra stood up, she tripped over her boots. Nicholas caught her before she fell.
"You might want to wear flats tomorrow," said Nicholas.
"Or tennis shoes," said Sandra.
They started walking. "Those would work too," he said.
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NOTE: So what do you think? Cute? I think yes.