Some good idea from reviewers... some impatience too. Haha. I'm loving it.

Previously; Chloe got a date with Queen. Uncle Sam died and made Chloe moody. Arrow popped by and gave her a hug :) Oliver traded a kiss for her name and they drove to their date.

Now; The patiently *cough cough* awaited date.

Chapter Eighteen; Dangers of Dating

'Samson trusted Delilah with the secret of his strength. But his trust didn't prevent Delilah from betraying him' – Lionel Luthor (Season Seven, Episode Wrath)

It was a short drive, no longer than 10 minutes on basis small talk of how the day was going for each body. Oliver was bogged in work, Chloe had been doing Lex's files and folders.

"Strange that you're the first assistant I've ever seen Lex have, or invite to any social event." Oliver noted, stopping the car outside the restaurant.

"We're eating here?!" Chloe stared at the red italics of the sign. Jesus Christ… "How in hell's name did you even get a reservation? We only agreed a few hours ago!"

Oliver chuckled.

"We all have our secrets." he spoke mysteriously and exited the car, tossing the keys to the valet.

Chloe was too much in awe of the place to notice where Oliver was taking her, or that his hand had somehow found its way into hers and she was happily being tugged through a very crowded restaurant. But, as they passed the only empty table in sight she became more curious than fascinated. The waiter led them out onto the balcony outside, the empty balcony lined with lit candles, roses and one cosy table for two.

"Jesus Christ." she whispered in wonder to herself. And it was a damn good thing she wasn't strictly religious or she'd be repenting for the number of times she cursed that name tonight.

Oliver grinned at her reaction, the woman had clearly never been romanced.

He tugged gently on her hand, leading her to the chair he pulled out for her. She looked miles away.

"So, you never did tell me about your relationship to Lex." Chloe blinked herself back to the table, finding Oliver sat opposite her, the heel of her shoe nudging his shin as she got comfy. And as she formed her answer she dealt with the first issue of comfort, removing the heels. She toed them off with ease and leant back on the chair.

"Lex is an old friend. I was in an intern position for Lionel and Lex decided he liked my work more than his father did. He hired me for mostly computer stuff, organisation, design, project approval calls and all the boring stuff he didn't have the time to do himself."

"And yet this is the first time I've ever seen you or heard of you." he probed.

"Well, I still had dreams when I started working with Lex. I wanted to travel most of all. I told Lex I was going to quit to fulfil my dreams of travelling. He offered me another proposal. He'd paid for all the travel I desired if I worked for him from wherever I was." she feigned a laugh at the false memory. "Apparently, I was the only assistant that could keep up with his demands that he could stand the presence of." The truth was a much more warped version of that. "I suppose we became friends somewhere along the line. His date fell through for the last event and I stepped up."

"I'm glad." Oliver smiled.

"So how about you? I can't imagine you always wanted to work with the business that makes you so stressed."

"I never said it made me stressed." Chloe grinned instead of flushing at being caught.

"Your eyes sold you out. You talk about work and you get this tired weight on you."

"Perceptive." he admired. "I wanted to continue the family legacy actually."

"I'm sure they're proud of you." She smiled. "But what do you do to relax?" she questioned. "Besides sleep your way through metropolis." she joked lightly.

"I'll ignore that last part shall I?" He did anyway. "I, ummm, I guess just usual stuff."

"Oh com'on, you have to give me more than that." she pleaded, leaning further across the table, her bare foot finding place brushing his knee accidentally, then a second time with more purpose. "Okay, so, say you've just got in, finances aren't balancing, the phone is ringing off the hook, you've found out an employee is selling your secrets to Luthorcorp, and you need to relax, what do you do?"

Oliver didn't know how to reply, his normal answer was to go and shoot arrows at criminals.

"I'd sort the problems."

"Okay, so you've sorted the problems as best you can, but you won't be able to do anymore until tomorrow. What do you do?" He chuckled at her persistence.

"Probably work out." And the answer was honest, he did rely on his exercise more than usual during stress. "What about you Chloe?" he enjoyed saying her name, knowing it wasn't a lie.

"I don't get stressed, but if on the rare occasion, I dabble in a few things. Music, painting… I like to drive as well. Just get in the car and go as far away as I can, as fast as I can with the windows down and clear my head."

The menu's came and went, conversation flowed and by the end of the main meal Chloe found herself actually having fun. And god bless the man he had given her favourite order of coffee to the waiters and they had continually kept her topped up on the stuff, she could melt.

"Okay, best job." she started again, following the pattern of the quick fire questions that had taken over the last half of their meal.

"Astronaut." Oliver grinned as she laughed. "You?"

"Journalist." she answered, completely honest.

"Really, digging through peoples personal lives?"

"I said journalist, not tabloid writer!" She swatted playfully at him. "Uncover the truth, tell the world of the hardships the government try to hide and sweep under the rug."

"Somehow I think I could see you doing that." he complimented.

"Worst job?" she fired off again.

"Surgeon." he chose. She tilted her head in question. "Too much responsibility and pressure. People's lives are in your hands."

"Baker." she answered. "Too much temptation." Oliver joined her in a laugh.

The waiter appeared laying a dessert menu before them both, asking about how their meal was and generic restaurant questions that were required for good service.

Chloe opened the menu and could see herself losing the fight with her willpower, so many delicious things. It was the kind of restaurant that served the best, was the best, took months (or a lot of money) to get a table and didn't put prices on the menu. The kind that had waiters that would shine your shoes, change your napkin every course and juggle if you asked it of them. Oliver watched in delight as her eyes roamed the menu, her teeth coming back out to bite her lip as she made the flash between the top and middle of the list. Tease.

"You can have the both if you can't decide." he offered, a smile on his lips as he leaned back watching her.

"Stop looking at me like I'm a new species of animal." she spoke, not lifting her eyes from the menu.

"I'm simply fascinated by you."

"Fascinated is a bit strong don't you think. I just have trouble making decisions." she defended herself.

"I think fascinating fits very well." For who she was, for what she did, she seemed so free in the last hour. Relaxed, at ease, completely herself, and he loved what he was seeing.

Chloe lifted her eyes to his.

"Ever seen Sophie's choice?" she quizzed. He nodded. "Then you know not to interrupt such an important decision!" she scolded lightly, re-crossing her legs under the table, making a point to brush his leg with the movements.

"Okay, what's the choice between?"

She eyed him sceptically.

"Chocolate fortress and the ice-cream sundae." She felt a blush creep her cheeks as she even said it. He chuckled.

She ducked her head back into the menu. The chocolate fortress had this amazing photo, it was a white chocolate sponge with melt in the middle French chocolate swirls covered in milk chocolate sauce made from scratch and had those little minty twigs arranged around it like a fortress' walls. And it came with a scoop of the purest cream ice-cream on the side. But then there was the traditional ice-cream sundae, layer after layer of ice-cream and different sauces and crispy bits and crunchy tasters and then chocolate flakings…

Why were decisions so difficult?

"-And she'll have the chocolate fortress and the ice-cream sundae." Oliver finished before Chloe could even note that the waiter had even arrived. Before she could make up her mind and stop him, he was gone. She stared down at Oliver across the table.

"I would have made a decision eventually." she claimed, knowing the likelihood was poor.

"I know what you wanted." And there was that smirk that seemed oh so familiarly sexy.

"Really," She lifted her eyes back to his. "And what is it that I am wanting right now?" He could hardly believe the playful woman with the free spirit had turned into his own personal seducer in the blink of her eyes. Her joyful eyes turned into bedroom eyes in nothing less than a split second. She giggled at his pause. "We can do away with this romantic thing now I think. You've done amazing, you really have. But, if you're so set on it, just give me tonight and you can go back to it tomorrow."

Oliver swore his cock just jumped up to salute her order, waiting to dive into her rich treasure. He swallowed, trying to stop the urge to say yes. "Just. One. Night." she purred, her foot snaking to coil around his calf, stirring his desire.

"We have a deal." But his resolve was weak.

"You're really going to deny me what I want?" The seductress had her claws around him with those words.

"I made a deal. I'm going to see it through." She had to admire the stubbornness. It was something she had herself. But she was going to break him.

"We could alw-"

"We're dancing." he stated and stood, taking her hand and escorting her the few metres from her table.

The music had been ignored, little more than the background music, but in the silence she clearly heard the slow steady beat and melodic voice of a female singer.

He pulled her fast to him, his hands on her already and doing worse things for his desire now there was no table between them. "We're doing this my way." he whispered to her, his voice strong under the music. Chloe was already losing herself, his hands felt like they were direct on her skin, driving her mad with intimate caresses. Damn RL-90's side effect was making every touch agony for her. She wanted to throw off the dress that had teased her skin all night and take him. Her mind drifted… what would sex be like on a RL-90 high? Every neuron feeling brand new, every touch magnified by a thousand… an orgasm could actually blow her mind. Her eyes swallowed all the lust possible and flashed it up to him, enjoying the proximity.

"My way is more fun. For us both." she purred, her body close to his, her lips speaking to his ear. He had such a strong jawline, straight nose, cut lips designed for kissing, but his eyes, they were pools of emotion; they showed everything.

"If I didn't know better I'd swear you'd been pulled out of hell as my own personal lust demon." he spoke between clenched teeth, moving with her softly to the rhythm. He was a good dancer, sweet, and he knew where to put his feet.

"They say there's a relationship between men that dance and men that fuck." Oliver's grip on her tightened slightly, the sweetness in his eyes consumed by a burning strength. "A man that knows his way around a dance floor… knows his way around the bedroom… and a woman."

"You won't know until at least the third date." he replied. "Even then, I might decide to drag it out, pay you back for little conversations like these." He spun her out and she came sweetly back to him, knowing her own dancing feet very well.

"I can make the next two dates hell for you."

"I can overkill the romance. I'm talking teddy-bears holding hearts between paws and singing delivery men loaded with hundreds of flowers. Every hour of the day. Following you around the city."

"I can take the heat." she vowed and pressed herself flush to him, her lips to his ear. "Can you say the same?" Her purr touched something in him that was directly related with the blood flow to his cock. She grinned.

"You were such a lady before." he chuckled.

"Even ladies have needs, desires, lusts."

"You really wanna play this game?" he asked, dark and dangerous.

"I really wanna play this game." she replied, her eyes lifting to his again. He was staring straight into her eyes. Their dance stopped, locked in the battle of wills instead. "A gentleman gives a lady what she wants." she whispered. "He gives her what she needs." She lifted onto her tiptoes, closing the distance between them, her lips closer to his.

His lust-filled eyes seemed to beg for her to kiss him.

She could smell victory.

"You're right." His words came like sweet music, "A gentlemen does give a lady what she needs." Chloe smiled, closing the distance between their lips, but Oliver stepped back. "Sometimes what she needs doesn't match with what she wants though." he chuckled and kept hold of her one hand. "You will be romanced Chloe, and then, then I'll fulfil all your naughty dreams." His whispered words stirred her lust in a deeper way she'd never felt before. "Enough dancing for now though." And with a grin he led her back to her seat. And by lord she looked like she was planning a war behind those eyes. A war he looked forward to if he was honest.

Chloe just had time to adjust her wrap and slide the napkin back over her lap before the waiter returned with desserts and drew all her attention.

"Apple pie with fresh cream for the Sir. Chocolate fortress and Ice-cream sundae for the Lady." Chloe could have died in peace just from the sight of them. There was just one choice left, which did she try first. Chocolate first, she justified, mainly because it was closer to her.

If he didn't know better, he'd swear the first bite she'd taken had given her an orgasm. Her moan vibrated all the way from his ears to his cock, teasing the appendage with delights of what was to come. Oliver watched with wide eyes as the tip of her pink tongue came to lick her lips, taking all of the taste. Only then did her eyes re-open and she dove for another bite. He didn't think he could take an entire dessert of her moaning like that. Surely it wasn't that good, she was just… and the sense settled, she was playing him. He looked up to her wink and sly smile and she took another bite.

"I'm still not giving in, no matter how loud you moan." he spoke, breaking the crust of his apple pie. The chef's here did something with cinnamon in their apple pie that made it that extra bit delicious.

"You may not be giving in, but you're not my target." Her eyes dropped to the edge of the table, if she had x-ray vision she'd be staring at his semi-erect cock caged in the suit pants he'd worn.

She dove for the chocolate again, her eyes sparkling.

"How about a trade?" he offered and she paused her cake fork's journey.

"I'm listening."

"A kiss, and you stop this."

"Please, if I keep this up I'd get a lot more than a kiss tonight."

"I didn't say where the kiss was." he added.

"Well now I am listening." She lowered the cake fork to the plate.

"The deals on the table Goldilocks."

Goldilocks? Chloe felt her mind stun, surely it was just coincidental names. There was no way Oliver was Arrow. Her mind laughed the thought off with ease, focussing back on the situation.

"Okay, you have a deal, but I'm only stopping for tonight." she offered.

"I'll take what I can get." Oliver extended his hand and she gracefully shook it, trying to ignore the sparks of electricity that travelled from the contact.

Chloe picked back up her fork with a smile and slipped the dessert into her mouth with a victory grin, her eyes still closing in bliss. She opened them to find his staring again.

"What?" she asked. "It's good cake." she explained, honestly not trying anything. "Whatever effect that had was entirely unintentional." She held up her hands in defence. Oliver chuckled. She could turn him on without even trying. The woman was going to be the death of him.

Mercifully the cake finally finished, and the ice-cream disappeared even faster. Chloe excused herself to the washroom and Ollie dealt with the cheque, not even batting an eye at the total. He slipped a nice tip into the book and taking her clutch and wrap he met Chloe on her way out.

Chloe easily accepted his arm to walk back through the restaurant, tables were filled, waiters dashed between tables with arms of empty and full plates. The bar was filled with dates desperate for a table and she curled up closer to Oliver to avoid a running waitress loaded with trays of glasses, she didn't bother moving back afterwards, she found she liked proximity to him. He was warm, he exuded an air of security and smelled fantastic.

They stepped out into the cold air and she sadly had to detach to slide the wrap around her shoulders and for him to hand his ticket to the valet again. He turned back with a smile, wrapping his arms around her small frame for heat, and well, because he wanted to.

"In case I forget later." she began. "Thank you for tonight." And she pressed a quick kiss to his lips, nothing to cross his limit line, yet.

"You, are most welcome." He pulled her closer to his warmth.

"Sir." The valet was faster than expected, handing Oliver back his keys. "She handles like a dream." Oliver chuckled, the valets always seemed to like him. He swapped the tip for his keys, thankful the beauty hadn't been scratched like a previous restaurant he'd been at once, and never again.
"Let's get you home." Oliver whispered to Chloe, escorting her to her door before skirting around the front and sliding in.

"I have to say Queen, you're not as I expected." she complimented.

"Back at you. Lex has no idea just how special you are. Though I can definitely understand him not wanting to let you go." His eyes met hers. "Brains and beauty."

Chloe smiled the first three minutes of the drive, and then started following roads curiously. This was the exact route he'd taken here.

"Are we going back to mine?"

"You are." he answered.

"You promised!" she hissed, her anger flashing in those expressive eyes.

"What exactly did I promise?"

"You promised that tonigh-"

"No, actually, I didn't specify a time frame. And, if you'd like to note, I didn't actually specify where I'd be kissing you." And she realised he hadn't… how could she have overlooked that? But she knew how, she was too wrapped up in him. It was becoming harder to see him as business.

She needed results, she needed to get something for Lex. She needed to be in his apartment, tonight.

Her eyes flickered sharp and dangerous over to Queen. He had a smug grin on his face as he followed the next turn closer to her address.

How had this happened? Men loved it when she threw herself at them, they loved that she was as up for it on the first night as they were. But here was Queen, sitting in his precious car, fully prepared to drop her off alone and drive onwards. He did like her, right?

Of course he did…

Right?

Had she lost her gift? What was wrong with the man?

Maybe he didn't fully understand what she meant…

As much as she was building to punch him or pull the handbrake on his precious car and ruin the overly expensive motor, she knew it wouldn't be the answer she needed.

"An oversight on my part." she breathed. Oliver turned back to her, curious as to where the anger he had seen had gone to. Only all he saw was her flirtatious eyes and sickly sweet grin. He felt his body warm to her again, but surely she wouldn't do anything now.

Or at least that was what he thought until her hand slipped onto his thigh.

Chloe heard the gas storm the engine and the car speed up along the quiet street. She smiled, knowing she was going along the right lines. The right lines further up his thigh. At some point little Oliver would take over brain control and this whole stupid notion of being a 'gentleman' would vanish. He'd hit the gas and speed her back to his place for the good fuck they both needed.

Her hand smoothed across the clothing and centimetres from her hidden target a hand came over hers, holding it where it was.

She looked up to eyes that showed struggle and restraint.

"Don't start something." he warned her, his voice darker, deeper… lust filled.

"I promise I can finish." she teased, her hand curling under his, her nails lightly scratching the clothing and drugging him all over again.

"You're going home tonight." he spoke again, refusing to take his hand away from where he kept hers, knowing she'd only continue her task.

"You can come with me." Sure, it wasn't ideal for reconnaissance, but she'd at least scratch an itch and build some solid framework to use for scaling the iron man that was Queen.

"You're going alone." he corrected. Chloe tried to ignore the ache that pulled at her heart, telling her to run from the situation while she still had dignity. She kept her hand where it was, refusing to snatch it back like she wanted.

"Does that mean I have to play with myself, all alone, all night?" Oliver would have choked if he was drinking anything. Damn woman was playing on his every nerve. Chloe smiled, finding her prize in his reaction and she stretched out her fingers again, taking advantage of the loosened hand and ghosting over the bulge in his slacks. His hand came over hers again, stilling her motions, but holding her to him in the same motion. She grinned as he realised his actions consequence.

At least now she knew for sure that he found her attractive. It was this damn notion of romance that was ruining her plan. And the damn man who insisted upon it.

The car came to a harsh stop, and she finally realised she was indeed outside Gold Tower. A wash of rejection came all over again. Here she was, hand on his damn erection and all he could say was; "Goodnight Chloe." In that sweet lull and pass her back her hand.

Anger flared, but couldn't push it down any further tonight. Everyone had a limit. He was sending her away when he was clearly wanting… did he just not want her? An unfamiliar ache rattled cold and alone in her chest. She felt sick, she felt empty, she felt like there was a freezing cold shadow looming over her, making her suffer.

How could he be so… insensitive?!

Fucking men!

She pushed herself out of the car, resisting the urge to scratch the paintwork. It wasn't the car's fault its driver was a bastard. "So I'll call you about the second date."

"You can fucking try." she challenged, the fury twinkling a burning edge to her eyes.

Chloe stormed across the pavement without so much as a goodbye, she told the desk to hold her calls and stop all visitors, then marched her heels across the marble floors to the elevator like the pounding on the drums of hell. Only when she was behind the solid wood of her door did she let out the curses she had wanted to call Queen. She tugged off the heels and threw them in the general direction of the bedroom, she flung the wrap towards the sofa and untied the halterneck as she walked further into the bedroom. In nothing but her best underwear, she slipped herself beneath the bedcovers and tried to kill her anger and find some sleep. It didn't come easily.

"So Lex's facility was alive and torturing for another hour tonight because…?" Not exactly the greeting he wanted, but his mood couldn't be killed by his team tonight. Not after holding his goddess so close.

"It was important and we don't know if this is even used by Lex." He answered AC as the group turned to him.

"What was important?"

"I'm here now." Oliver answered dismissingly, opening the fake clock face and stepping inside for his arrows. "Vic." he called as he stepped from the previous room. His friend stepped into view quickly, watching him collect arrows. "I need a favour."

"Of course." Victor stepped further inside, from the ears of the others, if Oliver wanted this to be public he wouldn't bother calling him from the room.

"How good aim do you have with that eye?" Victor crossed his arms over his chest hearing this, his eyes narrowing.

"What are you planning?"

"How good?" Oliver repeated, thinking of the night with Chloe. He'd already crossed his own lines. Kissing her was a mistake from the very start, but how could he resist. It wasn't long before she'd starting putting piece to piece.

"Pretty accurate. But we aren't discussing anymore until I hear some more information." Oliver looked to the man. As much as he hated to involve others, Victor was reliable, he was strong enough, he knew what was required.

"It won't be long before Chloe starts to put things together." Especially since he could no longer keep from touching her, kissing her. Did she know tonight it was him? Was she already driving to Lex and spilling his secret?

No, she would have been more shocked. But pet names were slipping, he couldn't hold his identity securely, but he couldn't stop from seeing her and he definitely couldn't stop kissing her. It wouldn't be long at all before she matched his lips to Arrow's. So… counter-offensive techniques needed to be used.

"What exactly are you asking me to do?" Victor seemed appalled and he hadn't even asked for the favour yet. Maybe he wouldn't be as accepting as he needed, maybe this was too big a favour.

"I need you to become Arrow for a night… and shoot me."

"Hell no! I'm not shooting you." He stepped back in outrage.

"I will!" Dinah's sparkling voice came to the clock frame with her grin following.

"You don't have to sound so happy." Oliver grumbled. "Besides, you hardly have the figure to pull off a convincing Arrow."

"And I hardly have the skin tone!" Victor shot back.

"You're the right height and build, you can use your eye to avoid any serious injury, it will be dark she won't even be able to see past flesh sleeves or make-up."

"Regardless, I'm not shooting you." Victor stood firmly on that point.

"I need you to." And the words shook his foundation.

"If the wind changes I could kill you."

"You won't." Oliver swore and Victor would hear a deep trust in the words. But… to shoot him? That was too much.

"Alright smartie pants." Dinah interrupted again. "Say machine man does shoot you. What are you going to do?" she challenged. "If you heal it, little Luthor is going to have questions, if you don't, then she's going to wonder why Arrow has the same wound the next time you see her!"

"She won't even se-"

"I have an idea." Victor spoke, quieting the two before another argument ensued. "It will work, without shooting you."

Lex's anger was not exactly what Chloe had wanted to wake up to. But apparently her own wants didn't even factor into the equation of life.

"You're not in metropolis to play games Chloe, I need results."

"I still don't see why dating the man is a good idea. He infuriates me." she huffed down the phone to Lex, pacing across the bedroom. "I can make his life a living hell without being near him."

"You and I both know there's nothing more powerful than a woman at the side of a man. Without a woman, Samson wouldn't have lost his strength, he wouldn't have been captured or eventually killed."

"Let me guess, Queen's business is the Samson in this example?"

"All you need to do is keep him busy and find out his secrets." Lex spoke. Chloe forced her feet to stand still, catching sight of her pacing in the mirror. "An easy task for a woman of any skill." he continued.

"Yeah yeah, I get the idea." she condoned. "Doesn't mean I like it. There's something wrong with any man that says no to me on a first date." she muttered, staring at her reflection. He liked her, well she thought he did, so why hadn't anything happened?

"I'm going to need something more from this second date Chloe."

"I'm working on it." she answered regretfully and stared at the dead phone.

4 missed calls from Queen.

She ignored them and dressed for her day, aiming to cover the martial arts centres today. But as soon as she set foot into the lobby she paused, the front desk was covered with delivery men carrying chocolates and roses.

She couldn't help but laugh aloud, her hand slapping across her mouth to cover the noise, some love drunk chic was going to be screaming her head off at this, all at the expense of some dumb sap she had the misfortune of dating. But as she got closer to the doors, she was almost ran over by the number of deliver trucks and the latest stepping outside of it holding a white teddy-bear holding a heart.

Oh god. She hoped to god this wasn't Oliver. A blush flooded her cheeks.

She hoped to god she wasn't the aforementioned dumb female in receipt of these.

"Miss Maine! Miss Maine!" And oh shit, she was. She could feel it in the bottom of her stomach. Along with something else, some sick feeling that didn't belong. Her head felt dizzy as the desk man came across the hall to her. "Thank God. I understand you said you didn't wish for any deliveries or disturbances, but they say they've been instructed to wait until you personally sign for them." He waved his hand over the men. Her blush hit all over again.

"All of them?" Her voice felt heavy in her throat.

"All of them." he confirmed with a nod.

"Okay. Okay. I need paper and a pen." She followed the male back to the desk, taking the paper he handed.

I, Chloe Maine, give permission for

Chloe paused her writing. "What's your name?"

"David Burkowski."

"I'm going to need a spelling of that last name." she apologised. He smiled and she wrote him onto the paper.

David Burkowski to sign for all my packages on my behalf. His signature counts as mine for all deliveries to Gold Tower, Penthouse Suite.

She finished with a flowing signature. And handed the paper back to him. "Show this to them. If they don't accept it, make them leave." He nodded. "And, would you be amazing and put these all in my room for me?" He smiled.

"Of course Miss, anything to help." Chloe smiled, avoiding the crisis easily and slipping out the front door while David took control of the deliveries. Fucking Queen!

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Enraged and flowing with sexual tension. Some would say I'm abusing my power as an author and torturing the poor girl...

I disagree, haha.

Hope the date was everything you wanted ;)