Harvey thought long and hard about ignoring his gut. He thought long and hard about just letting it go. But he couldn't. Maybe it was the feeling of being defeated, maybe it was his pride or his spite… or maybe it was because he couldn't shake the thought of the way she had looked at him when they had first met, like he was the only person on the planet that could see her.

Whichever it was, he found himself sitting in a tiny diner waiting for the waitress to come take his order. And when she did, she jumped backwards in surprise, and then narrowed her eyes.

"I should have known a man with a tie wouldn't come into this restaurant. How many did you have to try?" she asked.

"I asked around. Turns out the word is pretty loud about the real geisha in Chinatown." She flushed and then tightened her jaw.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"I'd like a plate of sushi and some sake," he said.

"No, Harvey," she said sharply, "What do you want? I'm busy. You shouldn't have come here."

"You don't even have a cell phone! How else was I supposed to reach you?"

"I don't know. Carrier pigeon? Muffin basket? Smoke signal? I would never bother you at your place of work."

"Come on, Natsuki, I'm not a waiter."

The rage in her eyes was palpable. He flinched.

"What do I have to do?" he asked. She leaned back and crossed her arms.

"Since you seem incapable of saying you're sorry, I'll give you another option." She said.

"What's that?"

"Sour gummy worms."

He stared at her.

"What?"

"They're my favorite candy."

"Okay…"

"If I find a package of sour gummy worms in my box tomorrow morning, I'll know that you're sorry. I'll go back to cleaning your house and we can pretend this whole thing never happened."

"This whole thing?"

"The unpleasantness."

"Alright."

"Are you going to order anything?" she asked. "If not, I'm going to have to kick you out."

He left, but as he did he noticed there was that mysterious smile on her mouth again.

The next morning, she opened the door and checked her mailbox. No gummy worms. She looked down disappointedly.

"Hey," someone said. She looked up and to her surprise she saw Harvey, holding a small package of sour gummy worms. She smiled, walked down the steps, and took them out of his hands.

"I wanted to talk to you." He said. "Because I don't want things to go away like it never happened." She looked up at him in surprise. "I want us to remember it. I want us to learn from it." She slowly opened the package. "I want us to get some things straight." He said, half-shouting over the sound of a honk in the background, the sound of cars. "I am not your danna," he said. "For lack of a better word, for now I'd like to be someone you're seeing."

"For lack of a better word, I think that's shit," she said, smiling up at him tightly. "I told you, Harvey, I can be loyal to you. Is the issue that you can't be loyal to me?"

"No, not at all. That's what I wanted to talk to you about." He said. "I'd like us to see each other, and just each other. I don't want things to go back to the way they were because the way they were, we were just friends. I don't like that very much. I don't have a lot of friends and frankly, I don't think I have any friends that I'm as attracted to as you." She smiled. He let out a breath.

"So I'd like to date you." He said with his winningest Specter smile, not betraying any of the nervousness he felt. "What do you say to that?" She smiled back, the earnest Natsuki smile, not the geisha smile.

"Want a gummy worm?" she said, holding it up to him. He took it and chewed it. It was sour. She laughed at the face he made. "Yes, I'll date you," she said.

"Really?"

"Yes," she said, nodding and laughing, "Yes. I'd love to. Yes."