~Author's Note~

Hello everyone I am back! I really do hope you all enjoyed last chapter! I also hope you enjoy this chapter. Please remember to review to tell me what you liked and didn't like because I really don't want this version ending up like a train wreck as the last one did. Please enjoy and have a great day!

Sincerely,

~Ms. AtomicBomb

It's not a date, Arturia breathed as she sat down and he tucked her seat in for her, It's normal to go to a steakhouse with a friend. She gave a short smile as he sat on the seat across from hers and then she quickly averted her gaze down towards the Menu in front of her. She skimmed past the entrees and appetizers without even paying attention to what she could have chosen. It was not until a waitress' voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Hello, my name is Iris and I will be your waitress for tonight. What will you two be having?" The cheerful voice of the waitress gave her a little more anxiety than she already had.

Arturia looked up from her menu towards the energetic and sweet voice, a young woman with white hair to her waist and bright red eyes smiled down at them, "I would like..." She glanced over at Diarmuid, who waited patiently, "Well, I'm not quite sure. What would you suggest?"

"The pasta is very popular with the customers. It also has pulled pork and it is perfect," the waitress nodded as she too loved it.

"Then the pasta," Arturia smiled and then turned back to Diarmuid.

"And I would like the salad, thank you." And Arturia just thought she was stupid; salad should have been her choice as well, why on earth would she have chosen pasta.

Iris nodded as she scribbled down the order, "And for drinks? Any alcohol?"

Drinks, dammit! "No, thank you, an iced tea would be just as good," Diarmuid nodded with a soft smile on his face.

After writing it down, she turned towards Arturia, "And for the lady?"

"Iced tea as well,"

After nodding, the waitress left for a long while, which had made it awkward for both Arturia and Diarmuid. They both waited in silence until their food arrived and when it did, they both mumbled a 'thanks' to the waitress and began to eat after ordering the main dish; steak and a side of rice and cooked vegetables.

"Do you have a job or are you studying right now?" Diarmuid had decided to end the awkward silence, a hand on the fork and the other holding the glass of Iced Tea.

Arturia nodded slowly, "Yes, I do have a job, but it is only for the summer, as I return to my studies in September," she explained before taking another bite of her pasta.

"Oh," he nodded, "what is it that you work as?"

"Camp councillor; I really like working with kids and doing all that leadership thing. It's quite the experience." She really did like working with little kids because it always made her day, even if she was feeling really crappy.

Diarmuid smiled, "That sounds like a lot of fun." His smile seeming much more warmer than it did in the supermarket, as if he was even happier or something.

"Sometimes the kids can be a real pain, but they are still really fun and sweet," Arturia shrugged, "And you? What do you do?" She tilted her head to her right in both inquiry and curiosity.

"Well," the male licked his lips, "for now, I tutor high school students in Chemistry, but hopefully I'll be able to land an actual job this fall."

"Chemistry?" Arturia lifted an eyebrow, "Now that sounds like a lot of work, I imagine the hard time those students give you."

Diarmuid chuckled, "Mostly it's the girls that cause me a lot of trouble," he blushed, "which you would think it was the opposite way."

Arturia let out a soft laugh and continued to eat, making sure to not leave a single bit of the pasta on the plate because the waitress had been right and the appetizer has been simply perfect, "What else do you like to do?" She asked after she had finished.

He thought about it for a while, not really knowing what he truly liked to do with his spare time, "I like to read up on history books and I also like to play football*."

She nodded slowly as they waited for the main dish to arrive, "I see that you also like to work out, am I right?" She questioned, her head tilting slightly.

"Mmm," Diarmuid furrowed his brows and pursed his lips in a straight line, "I guess," he shrugged. He didn't think that he liked to work out, he only thought that it was to keep himself healthy and in shape in case anything came up or so that he wouldn't die early in life.

"Well, I do like to watch the World Cup," she chuckled, "that's about as close as I get to a big ball. I prefer to play tennis and lacrosse and I also do fencing and archery and I sometimes do some dirt biking, you know, other thank cooking when my friend forces me to or when I'm really hungry."

"You like to be diverse, huh?" He grinned and leaned against the table, "You are the first person I've met that likes to do fencing and dirt biking. Do you know how to ride a motorcycle?"

"Yes, I do. In fact, that's my mode of transportation today," she explained as the waitress had returned with their food and smiled with a little 'enjoy'.

Diarmuid's eyes widened a little bit, "Really?" He furrowed his brows in a bit of concern.

"Yes," she nodded, "Why is that so surprising?" She knitted her brows together and stared at him with a little bit of intimidation, since it shouldn't have meant anything; considering he was the one to ask.

"It isn't," he gulped, "I just... I wouldn't have imagined it, that's all." He gave a short shrug of his shoulders and the quickly began to cut the steak with his fork and knife, feeling the intense glare of the girl in front of him on his face. He took a deep breath and lifted his head again, "It's a good thing that you know about driving motorcycles. It's a unique thing, really."

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"You really didn't need to pay, it was my treat and I did invite you, after all," Diarmuid breathed as he walked her over to her motorbike, she had paid for her half and they had a small argument in front of the waitress; it was mostly passive aggressive than anything else.

Arturia shrugged whilst she searched her pockets for her keys, "I do not like owing people money," she simply stated as she found her keys.

"Then instead of money, you could have owed me another date," Diarmuid looked down at his feet but then brought his orange gaze to meet her green one once she had shot her head towards him upon hearing the very strange sentence. And then he gave her a small wink.

Arturia laughed nervously, "Yeah...I hadn't thought of that." It wasn't supposed to be a date, crap. She was not going to lie, she had had a lot of fun getting to know him, and she did feel like she had developed a connection with him because they seemed to have a lot of similar values and morals, and it looked as if they could be friends for a very long time, but she had not thought that far ahead and into a romantic relationship at all—or maybe she had and she was only lying to herself.

"Well here are," she stood next to her black and dark red accented Yamaha motorbike and avoided the male's eyes, "It was a lot of fun and maybe a second date would be cool too," she nodded as she took a deep breath, "Thanks again for the food and everything."

Diarmuid gave her a grateful smile and waved, "Thank you as well, and I hope you have a good night and get home safely." Again his smile was sweet and it made her smile back, but mostly out of courtesy than anything else.

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Upon stumbling into her bed, she pulled out her phone and called her friend. The ringing of the phone on the other line was a bit irritating as she was feeling tired and she told her friend she would call as soon as she got home; but the television show called for her immediate attention as it was a new episode.

"Hello?" She heard the sweet voice of her friend from the other side of the phone.

Arturia groaned as she repositioned herself on the bed, "Hey, what's up?" She yawned out.

"Finally," her friend sighed, "I thought something might have happened to you. How did the date go?"

"I actually got home an hour ago, but When the Heart Calls came on, so I had to watch it." She sat up and started to take off her red sweater.

"Oh darn, I missed it because I was worrying over you," Jeanne growled, "I'll watch it later so just tell me how the date went."

"Well," Arturia stared at the ceiling, "at first I thought that it wasn't a date...but he said he wanted a second date at the end and that's when I realized that it had been a date."

"I told you that he asked you on a date, not some making new friend's stuff," Jeanne rolled her eyes and then searched up the episode online, "now, what happened?"

"We ate and talked about hobbies and values. He's a cool guys, to be honest, but I did not really think we were on a date and now I feel hat he likes me more than I like him... and that's not a good place to be at if you want to go into a relationship."

"One person will always like the other more than the other likes them; it's kind of what happens. Which is really sad and all, so not everyone will be happy."

Arturia sighed, "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"So..." Jeanne chimed, "are you going to give him a second date or not?"

"Hmm," Arturia bit her lower lip, "I told him that it would be cool."

"As long as he is a nice man, then okay. Oh, so when could I meet him? He best be cute," the girl on the other line giggled and teased lightly, "Or else I won't approve,"

"He is, I can assure you,"

"Oh, I do hope so,"