A/N: I just remembered I actually posted this onto FanFiction XD I forgot I did that. :p LOL

Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or anything to do with it. This story is a figment of my imagination.

Summery: She likes being alone. She is, after all, the best pickpocket girl ever. Or so she tells herself. Then, one pickpocket trick goes wrong, and she's suddenly visiting Halifax for the holidays with overly cheery Darien. And she learns the hard way that getting under his skin is not easy, but he seems to be doing a great job getting under hers and into her heart.

The Pickpocket Girl

Chapter 4

Darien was walking in circles behind me, talking to some cleaning lady on the phone and thanking her for cleaning the place up and restocking the fridge as he'd asked. I was staring out his ginormous window, watching as the snowflakes hit the clean glass.

His apartment was very spacious. He had a big living room with an adjacent kitchen. Then there was the hallway that had a storage closet, a bedroom, and a bathroom. And everything was squeaky clean and looked like a shot out of a furniture magazine.

I went to the kitchen and washed my hands, and then walked back and pressed my wet palms against the shining glass window, making terrible smudges. I stepped back to admire my work, deciding that I liked it. It looked like two turkeys talking to each other. I smudged the thumbs a bit to make it look like heads, and wiped my palms on my jeans.

"Yes, yes. It looks ama-zing…" I turned to see Darien gaping at the smudged glass. "No, no, everything's fine just had a bit of a shock here… Oh, no, you got the right cheese. You did perfect. And the glass looks… amazing. Yes. You cleaned those windows really well. Yeah, well, bye now. Merry Christmas. Happy New Year. Yeah, thanks. Bye." He hung up the phone and came to stand beside me. "Are those turkeys?"

I grinned and cocked my head ninety degrees. "Yup. You like turkeys?"

He was trying hard not to grin. I hadn't expected him not to be mad. "Yeah, I like turkeys. Hey, you want to go out for dinner now?"

I hadn't eaten since yesterday when I had used some of the ten dollar bill to get myself some donuts and a cup of coffee. So yeah, I wanted some dinner.

He took me to this little fast food place near his building.

"They have the best chilli I had ever tasted. And pretty good lasagna. Their desserts aren't bad, either. And you should taste their sweet chicken! They have this awesome sauce that comes with it that you can dip it into, and it's just great you should try it."

We slipped into a booth and he flagged down a waitress. Then he ordered some chilli and lasagna for me and for himself and the sweet chicken, along with some lemon pie.

I gaped at him. "I'm not going to be able to finish all of that."

He was smiling across the table from me, playing with a napkin from the napkin dispenser in the middle of the table. "Yeah, neither will I, but this stuff is amazing. It would be a sin not to try it."

Despite myself, I ended up smiling at him.

"So, pickpocket girl, am I allowed to know your name now?"

I shook my head at him.

"No? I didn't think so. Well, since you're not going to let up information easy, let's play a game."

"A game?"

"Yeah. I'll guess your name, and you'll tell me whether I'm close or not."

"That doesn't sound like a very fun game," I mumbled.

A waitress came and gave us each some lasagna. Darien instantly reached over for some grated cheese bits on the side and sprinkled them all over. Then he did the same to mine. I wrinkled my nose. The lasagna looked full of cheese as it was.

"Try it."

I picked up a fork and broke off some lasagna and popped it into my mouth. It tasted odd. The cheese exploded in the background against the slightly spicy taste of the lasagna.

"Is it supposed to be spicy?"

"No, but they make it like that. Now, let's play. Is it… Diana?"

I made a face at him.

"Yeah, you don't look like a Diana." He spooned a few forkfuls into his mouth before he spoke again, "Ariadne?"

I laughed. "No."

"Is it a short name or a long name?"

"How long is a long name?"

"I'd say about seven letters?"

"How long is a short name?"

"Three or four letters."

"Well, then I have a long name."

Darien nodded as if I had let go of a big secret, then shoveled some more food into his mouth. I took another bite of my lasagna.

"So," he said, "long name? Those are always the hardest. Is it a name that's popular?"

I shrugged. "How would I know?"

"You should at least tell me the first letter."

I frowned and took another bite of my lasagna. It was good.

He sat in silence, thinking for a while. We both finished our food just as the waitress came by with some chilli. I was full. She set them down in front of us, and took our plates from the lasagna.

"Ok, is it Jeremiah?"

"Nope."

"Am I close?"

"Not even."

"Does it start with an S?"

I sampled some chilli. I was surprised to find that I liked it. It was a bit smoky, too, somehow, and sweet and sour at the same time. What kind of a place was this?

"Pickpocket girl sits in silence for too long. Your name does start with an S, doesn't it? Alright. Sarah?"

"No."

"I'll guess your name yet. Sophie? Sierra? Snooki?"

I made a face at him. "Snooki?"

"Yeah. What, you don't like it? Troubled, but forever tanned, star? No?" He grinned at me, taking a bit out of his chilli. "Fine, how about Sooki?"

"I'm done with this game," I mumbled. Then I looked down at my half eaten chilli. "I'm done with this, too."

"You didn't like it?"

"Oh, no, I did. I just can't fit it."

He nodded, and took a few spoonfuls of his chilli before flagging down the waitress. "We'll take the rest of her chilli, and the lemon pie, and sweet chicken to go."

She nodded. "Would you like anything else?"

"No, thank-you."

"Alright, I'll be right back with your check."

I pushed the plate of chilli away from me slowly. It was too tempting. I could eat another hundred pounds of the stuff, but Darien was making me uncomfortable. I would thank him, and then quietly slip out and find my way back to my area.

"You don't eat much?"

I looked up at him, watching me like I was a puzzle he just couldn't solve. "I eat plenty."

"Plenty?"

"Yeah. Plenty."

The waitress returned with the bill and our orders, and put it all on the table. "Will you be paying cash or credit?"

"Cash," he said.

I took the bill before he could. All together, the food had cost him $50. "I'll pay," I said.

"What?" he sounded surprised. "No, you don't have to."

I took his wallet out of my coat pocket and brought it out into full view. I know he saw it, because he laughed and sat back in his chair. "Alright, you can pay."

I leafed through his bills until I found a hundred-dollar bill, and handed it to her. "Keep the change."

She thanked us and wished us a good day, before walking away with wide eyes. She was holding the hundred dollar bill like she couldn't believe it was in her hands.

We both got up and Darien grabbed the food. I dropped his wallet back into his coat pocket.

"Why, aren't you a good tipper," he said.

"Just giving back to the community," I replied. "Speaking of community, it's Christmas Eve tomorrow."

"Yeah, and?" he asked. We got to the car he had rented and stuffed all the food in there before getting in. He didn't start the engine.

"You don't have a tree. Or decorations."

He turned to face me in his driver's seat. "Does it bother you?"

I was looking out the window. "I just thought, if you're going to celebrate it you should do it right."

"Yeah, but I usually leave after New Year, so I don't want to be putting stuff away."

I shrugged. "So you come here, all on your own, spend your days doing nothing to celebrate, then go back? Well, have it your way."

"Not all alone. Andrew and his girlfriend Reika live here. He owns an Arcade and usually he throws a party there."

I didn't comment.

"Alright, fine." The engine started and he backed out from the driveway.

"Fine what?"

"We're going to The Dicken's Place."

He was referring, of course, to the farm that sold Evergreens every winter.

I laughed. "Perfect."

TBC

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