"Oh, Peter? This doesn't mean you're not in the dog house. It just means I'm too fucking tired to kick your ass right now." She licking her soft serve as we walked down the boardwalk. I was trying to entertain her, but I didn't exactly know how... She refused to let me by her anything, and she didn't want to shop. I thought girls liked that kind of stuff! I mean, every girl I've been with before this did... It's okay, Peter, Let's just approach tis situation logically...

cos(olivia) = ?

√olivia = ?

d/dx(olivia) = ?

[0 1](olivia) = ?

F{Olivia} = (1/√2π)-∞∫∞ f(t) eit(olivia)dt = ?

God damn it, this isn't working!

"Peter..." My breathe caught in my throat as she brushed up against me. "Are you spacing out again? You seem a little distant..."

"What? No, no! I just, um, do you want some fries?" I asked flustered.

"Ugh.. not really," She said skeptically.

"Well how about some pizza then. You like pizza, right?" I suggested.

"Peter, are you trying to turn me into a fat lard like Gene?" She asked.

"No! Of course not! You're not fat at all! I actually think u look- Never mind. But you've gotta be hungry!" I said, changing the subject.

"Hungry? I've eaten myself silly already!"

"Correction. I've offered to buy you food several times now, and you've declined all but one. The only thing you've eaten since noon is a kid's sized vanilla soft serve."

"But-" she started but I interrupted her.

"You know what? I really don't care about your needs. I'm hungry. We're getting pizza," I lead her into a pizza place.

The red head waitress, probably a russian, lead us to a lonely little table in the back. I think she was drawing conclusions, because it was hidden from the rest of the restaurant. As if this wasn't already awkward enough...

I ordered a piece of pepperoni that was the size of texas, and I could see Olivia's eyelids droop slightly when she smelled it. So she WAS hungry. I ate it tantalizingly slow. She watched me, licking her lips every once in a while.

"How's you're meal?" The waitress asked.

"Great, it's delicious. But can I get another slice? And a large cherry coke too, please." I asked and she left to go get it.

"Peter, you're not even halfway done what you have!" Olivia waved her arms in protest.

"Not for me. You," I smiled up at her.

She just sighed and put her head in her hands in her own Olivia way of surrender.

At first she wouldn't eat it, but she eventually cracked and slurped it up like a starving Ethiopian child. I was sipping on my cherry coke and she gave me hat look like "why aren't you sharing?"

"Want some?" I offered. She gave me a weary look. "Oh come on now, I don't have cooties." She sipped it gingerly and handed it back. I sipped again. Oh man, I wonder if this is what it would taste like to kiss Olivia Dunham. Cherry coke and pink lipstick. Yeah...

"Um, Peter, Can we go now? The waitress is sitting over there watching. It's starting to really creep me out..." Olivia said. I felt her feet brush against mine under the table. She didn't move them.

I didn't want to stand up, but I did anyways. "Come on," I said. "Let's go."

We were walking down the boardwalk some more, making small talk about the most random things such as topics like the phonetics of the German written language and bizarre fetishes and, of course, work. I laughed when she chased the seagulls into the air.

But, as we were walking along, I noticed she had her arms wrapped around her. I hadn't noticed it was so cold because I was wearing a jacket. I carefully slipped it over her shoulders. She paused and looked up at me.

"Well I would have offered to buy you a sweatshirt, but I'm pretty sure you would've turned me down..." I smirked at her. She blushed but slid her arms into the sleeves without any protest. I think I caught her sniffing it.

As we started walking again, I slipped my hands into my pockets, it was rather chilly. But suddenly I felt something cold on my arm. At fit it was so featherlight I thought I'd just imagined it. Something daintily trailed down the back of my bicep sending shivers down my spine. A lump formed in my throat as I realized it was Olivia's hand. It settled lightly right above my elbow.

Carefully, so as not to scare her into thinking the touch was unwanted, I slowly lifted my hand out of my pocket, inching my way around her waist puling her tight against my side. Her face flushed a million shades of rose when I looked down at her.

"I-I'm sorry," She stuttered and started pulling away but I just gripped her tighter.

"Don't be," I said, stopping and leaning on the metal railing. I pulled her tight against my chest with both arms, holding her as tight as I could. I stroked her her gently with one hand, burying my face in her neck. She smelled like coffee and tangerines.

We stayed like that for a while before Olivia turned her head up to face mine. Our lips were just inches apart and I could feel her breath mingled with mine as I looked into her beautiful green eyes. She mumbled daintily,

"Peter, I hate to ruin the moment but your crushing my ribs," I blushed madly and let go of her right away.

"I'm sooooo sorry, 'Livia," I was freaking out.

"Don't be," She stood on her tip toes and pecked me, right on my cheek next to my lips. She did that on purpose, didn't she? She wormed her fingers into my hand so they were interlocking with mine before we started walking again.