Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
-"Ode on a Grecian Urn" by John Keats-
The sun was orange in the sky as it rose, and Scarecrow watched it as Jonathan drove, Becky at his side. Unlike Friday evening, the car wasn't filled with an awkward tension. Now it was full with an underlying anticipation. His gaze drifted to Becky to who was also staring out her own window.
"Jon?" She spoke over the low hum of the radio station that was giving the morning news. Jonathan glanced over to her and she smiled demurely, "You think I could chose where we eat lunch?"
He shrugged, "If you'd like."
"Do you like Sub sandwiches?"
He grinned, "I could go for a sub."
"Well, just a block away from Arkham there's this little family owned deli market. They have the best I've ever had. I thought we could eat there because it's really convenient and not too pricy."
"Price wasn't any consequence."
She tilted her head and went back to staring out the window, "Maybe not to you, but I don't need fancy restaurants to impress me."
Scarecrow was really enjoying this morning. She was taking Jon's mind from the stress of the everyday. He already seemed more relaxed and open and for that Scarecrow was coming to like Becky even more. He already yearned for her in more ways than just physically, but he knew Jonathan was still scared, but he was holding himself well.
Jonathan flipped on his blinker and pulled into the exit lane, "Money doesn't impress you, hm, interesting. What does gain your respect?"
She looked over her shoulder with an infectious smile, "That's for me to know and you to find out."
Scarecrow chuckled. Oh yes, he really liked this girl. She'd be good for Jonathan and she was everything Scarecrow wanted body and soul. Now if only Jonny would let him have a hand wooing the woman. He wasn't selfish and he wanted Jonathan to get to know her too, it would help him to break from his shell, but Scarecrow wanted to experience the girl in person in this new, more intimate way.
He would wait, though. This engagement was like a dance. It required certain things: instinct, caution, and especially patience.