Seconds, and then minutes went by, and it wasn't until a while later that the two finally pulled away from each other. He gazed into her eyes, which glimmered in the moonlight, her smile glittered white, and her gorgeous blonde hair flowed down her shoulders.
Emma quickly began laughing as she noticed the red lipstick smothered all over Neal's face.
"What?" He laughed. She directed him to the car mirror, where his eyes locked with the glass. He chuckled and smeared the cheap makeup off his face.
"We need to get you some better lipstick." He laughed.
"Well, now we can." She smiled pointing at his money filled pocket.
"Come on." He continued. "I want to show you why I brought you to this restaurant."
His hand extended out towards her, and she gracefully took it as he lead them towards the door. It was late, nearly midnight, and she could hardly believe this fancy place was still open, and yet it was.
"It's midnight Neal." She shrugged as he began to open the glass door. "I'm not exactly starving."
"You don't need to be hungry, you just need to be thirsty."
He welcomed her in, and the gigantic bar was revealed to Emma's eyes, it was beautiful, even if it was full of drunks on a late night.
She followed him to two barstools that perfectly stood side by side, they were the fanciest seats Emma had ever seen, cushioned in soft red fabric, her back supported by the pillow like backing.
A man came to their assistance, tall and handsome with chocolate coloured skin and a red vest covering his white shirt. His tie hung down as he leant over to take their order.
"I'll have that thing." Emma said pointing at a picture on the menu, it was some kind of expensive fruity cocktail. She didn't know what it was, but her eyes couldn't glance away from it.
"And some onion rings please." Emma continued.
"No fries?" Neal asked.
"Nope." Emma smiled.
Soon their order arrived, Neal's tall glass of beer and his serving of thin fries accompanied Emma's cocktail and onion rings.
She quickly took one of the fries and dipped it in Neal's ketchup and began eating it.
"I thought you didn't like fries," he laughed.
"Of course I do, I just like onion rings better, and if I want any fries I can just steal some of yours."
"So I can have an onion ring in return?"
"Nope." She laughed.
Silence separated the two of them, and Emma couldn't tell if it was nearly awkwardness, or the fact that they both couldn't stop eating their food.
"So what happens next." Neal sighed, as Emma swallowed the last of her food and cleaned her mouth with a napkin.
"I don't know." She shrugged.
"Maybe we just split the money and go our separate ways." Neal said.
"But, what if I don't want to..." she interrupted.
A long pause struck as their heartbeats increased and their eyes watered with held back tears.
"I don't want to either." Neal admitted. "I just wasn't sure if you wanted to stay with me."
"Those walls I have, the ones you talked about, you're kind of right, I guess it's just how I've grown up. I don't know what it was, fate, love, desire, but somehow you knocked them down, and I don't want to build them up ever again." Emma began.
He placed his hands on her rosy cheeks, and she could feel the icy coldness of the beer he'd just been holding. He gently kissed her forehead and smiled at her.
"It's just me and you, us against the world." Neal smiled.
She grinned uncontrollably, for her mind couldn't yet accept the fact that she now had someone who loved her, who could support her through everything. Maybe she wasn't alone, maybe she'd never be again.
Neal signaled the waiter to bring the bill, and as it arrived Emma stared at the cost, which seemed quite pricy for a pub. But luckily that supply of cash Neal stole was hardly dug into to pay for the meal.
She toke the small mint that was placed with the bill and placed it into her mouth, as Neal did the same.
"Tastes like toothpaste." Neal said.
"Shhh!" Emma laughed.
"Guess I won't have to brush my teeth tonight."
Neal placed the money along with two spat out mints and a tip on the tray as they left the restaurant, returning to the bright yellow car and fastening their seatbelts.
"Want to play a game? It's who can find a motel that's open this kind of night so we can actually sleep. I'm exhausted." Neal yawned. He started the engine as they drove through the Portland streets, until Emma pointed to a lit up sign that had missing letters, directing them to a large motel which looked good enough to stay the night.
Neal parked the car outside and quickly checked in, soon returning out with the key to room 158.
They quickly discovered it, and once unlocked, a surprisingly luxurious room awaited and Emma immediately jumped onto the fluffy white mattress, showing extreme comfort. Neal lay down beside her, gleaming a smile which took the attention away from his tired, stressed eyes.
She pulled him close and kissed his soft lips, her mind set on the journey towards a new home, which Neal Cassidy now lead.