Through Pantone 429 Grey Eyes

Jon shot Sansa another text a little later in the afternoon.

"Can I bring anything?"

A text popped

"Nope just you"

Then another text came

"What should I wear where? Dance party?"

"Wear your dancing shoes any color"

Another text appeared.

"How much dancing is any ballroom involved?

"How about heavy duty Led Zeppelin playlist dancing fast slow fast fast fast slow fast"

"OK I think I've got it see you at 7"

Jon looked at the clock. It was about four. He should leave before five, find Sansa's surprise and get cleaned up. Chucks or Vans, Vans or Chucks? Not running shoes. Dancing shoes, 80s black-and-white checkerboard Vans. Yeah, if I wear a band T-shirt I'll look like a geek trying too hard. It's just going to have to wear my usual T-shirt and dark wash jeans. I should go with plain blue T-shirt to compliment her eyes. There is nothing in this world to match the color of her eyes. Sansa will be stunning and I'll just be the guy standing next to the most beautiful woman in the room, smiling my ass off. Sam is going to break my balls for days over this. I really hope she enjoys herself. I could get used to this.

Jon knocked on the door at exactly seven. When Sansa opened the door, she was radiant. Her silhouette in the door was like a photograph straight out of Vogue. She was turned just so, the light streaming through the doorway played across her features. Her eyes, bright blue and her beautiful auburn hair shown like burnished copper. Even from where he stood, he could feel that magnetic pull. He was just an Earth orbiting around her. She was his Sun.

"I know you said not to bring anything but I brought you this. They're from the North, blue roses."

Jon stepped toward Sansa and handed her the roses. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek with intentions. He would have continued, but she cut him off with a question.

"Did my father tell you?" she asked looking him straight on.

"I must admit I asked him. Well, rather he gave me some paternal advice. He said and I quote, 'when a woman tells you not to bring anything always bring something'. He suggested the blue roses, and almost as a warning he said 'please don't bring her cut flowers, she will totally flip out. She loves plants.' You know, it took me an hour to Google a florist that had blue roses."

"I AM kind of a maniac about cut flowers. But that's a different story. Thank you for the blue roses, how beyond thoughtful. Especially, asking my dad. You either have a lot of courage or you're totally crazy, to ask a man for advice on dating his own daughter. Wow! He suggested the blue roses? He must have confidence in you. They are particular cultivar, Northern by their very nature, but now they're grown everywhere. I remember a story that centuries ago, blue roses were only found in two places. They grew at Winterfell in the glass gardens and they grew out of chinks in The Wall when it was warm."

"Is that so? There's a piece of history I didn't know."

"We Northerners, guard our secrets."

"So you have secrets?"

"Oh, we have many secrets at Winterfell."

"Please, let's not stand out here. Come in and I'll show you some of my photographs."

They walked into Sansa's very black and white, well-organized apartment. Every wall was white and filled with everything from family photos, fashion illustrations, and in archival mountings, an ancient manuscript page showing the Stark sigil and old drawing of a knight cleaning his sword underneath a Weirwood tree.

"This is not what I expected."

"What did you expect? Hello Kitty?"

"I guess… no, I take that back. I did expect a little bit of pink though."

"Well I've got a pink bathroom. Is that good enough?

Is it a Hello Kitty bathroom? Just kidding!"

"No, actually it's a pink and green flowery bathroom designed by my friend Margaery. She's the cut flower queen, flowers everywhere! She used to live here with me until I kicked her out. I don't mean to sound prudish, but let's put it this way, she dates a lot. Like in her bedroom and in the living room and even in the kitchen. I never knew what I would walk into when I came home. And I just wasn't brought up like that. Not that she's a terrible person, because she's not. She's quite lovely and she's a great friend, but she's horny as hell. It was just a few to many times, seeing a few too many butts I didn't know."

"Those are good enough reasons, strange butts and cut flowers."

"The pizza is ready. Come on. I know you're anxious to get to your friend's."

Sansa did a fashion spin for Jon. She was wearing a sleeveless white crop top embroidered with red hearts at the neckline and light blue boyfriend jeans.

"I hope this is all right. I figured since we're going to dance, I had to go with my Vans, although they're not red."

She glanced down at her feet and glanced at his and then began to laugh.

"You picked your Vans too, I see."

They both laughed as Sansa took Jon's hand and pulled him into her kitchen. It was very organized and very IKEA modern. She motioned for him to sit down at the table which she had already set with antique plates and silverware. She got the pizza, which she brought stone and all to the table. She placed two bottled waters on the table and then began to expertly cut the pizza. She gave Jon the first piece.

"What's going on with my Snowflake? Hope you like this, my personal recipe. Eat."

"I should have mentioned that first, but you keep distracting me. Parts arrived today. The pizza is fantastic. I'm impressed. I've been checking every day with the auto shop, honestly.

"So, what does that mean? Exactly?"

"It means I like the pizza. They should start tomorrow. We can drop by Gendry's to take a look, if you want. It ought to be done by the end of the week. Does that work for you?"

"I miss my car. I've never been out to a mechanic. It's something I should know about. My father always handles these things at home."

"I know. That's why I'm making sure it gets taken care of. I'm here to take care of it for you." I'd like to take care of everything for you.

"You're too sweet. I'd love to meet your mechanic and learn about this stuff. Do you want a second piece? I'm disgustingly hungry. Today has just been so busy for me."

"Same here, but I promised you I would not discuss work. Except to say that sitting in an office makes me absolutely crazy. I was so happy to walk out the door this afternoon and not bring a thing with me. I left everything on my desk in heaps and piles. All I could think of was seeing you tonight. Thinking of you distracted me for most of the day as well."

"Somehow you distracted me last night. I had a crazy dream. You and I were on a game show trying to one up each other on who had the worst pity date. See that's what you get for asking me whether or not I went out with you for a run as a pity date! Don't ever ask me that again."

"Never again. Swear by the gods. So who had the worst date?"

"It was kind of funny, because in my dream we both recounted the same events over and over and then…."

"And then what?" He said between bites of pizza.

"And then, I told you none of it was a pity date on my part and I hoped it was the same for you. Then you kissed me madly and passionately."

"And did you like it?"

"Yes I did."

"Would you like me to kiss you like that?" Jon asked daringly.

"Yes, but not with a mouthful of pizza."

"All right then, after dinner. I've got a toothbrush in the car."

"I don't think the toothbrush will be necessary."

"OK, then I owe you one passionate, dramatic kiss at your appointed hour."

Jon helped Sansa clear the dishes. He helped her put them into the dishwasher and she turned it on. Standing in the kitchen, he reached over and took her right hand. He raised it to his lips and gently kissed each fingertip and then turned her hand over and kiss the palm of her hand. Then he took her left hand and kissed the pad of each finger before kissing that palm as well. He held both of her hands in his and looked into her eyes. I like this feeling.

"Will this do for now?" he asked.

"It'll do for now. If that's only the beginning."

"Yes, I promise it's only the beginning."

Jon ran out to his car and got his toothbrush. Sansa escorted him into the flower bathroom, so he could use it and brush his teeth. He could hear the water running in the upstairs bathroom, so she was brushing her teeth as well. When Sansa finished she came downstairs with a very small purse. Just enough room for keys and a mobile. Sansa allowed him to pull her close and they walked out to his Jeep. Jon helped her up and into the seat and closed her door. Again he started up his Dragon with a roar. He queued up a playlist and turned the sound up. They rode to Sam's listening to a Rolling Stones playlist.

"So you listen to the Rolling Stones? You know my dad still secretly plays Rolling Stones and the Kinks. Those are real oldies. Good music never dies."

"Obviously we're still playing it. That's one of the reasons why I love albums. Everything today is so intangible. Imagine back then, going to a record shop, purchasing an album and pouring over all of the artwork on the cover and the sleeve while you listened to the music. Everything was tied together and meaningful."

"True, now everything is remixed over and over."

"Shut up a minute! Let's listen. This is my favorite, Wild Horses."

They held hands one over the other on the shift all the way to Sam's just listening. She's very straightforward. I know we haven't known each other for very long, yet my mind is just careening headlong, but I can picture Sansa Stark in my life straightening me out, realigning my priorities. If she wants to. I've kept myself locked up so tightly and surrounded myself with work like a barrier. Now, in two short days, she's broken through every wall. It's a good feeling to let go to somebody else. I'd like to make her my priority. That dream of hers was quite interesting. So I'm not a pity date after all. Good to know. I think a new venue has just opened up for me.

Jon had remembered what Sansa said about her hair and put the larger part of the top back on his Jeep. He still left the two top panels off and the last rays of the setting sun filtered through and hit Sansa's hair as she glanced over at him. She caught him staring at her every time. He wanted the warm feeling of her hand on his as they listened to the music. She sang along with Wild Horses.

"Thank you for putting most of the top on your Jeep. This time I can hear the music so much better."

"Anything to please. I didn't want you to feel all windblown and messy before we got there."

"It obviously doesn't matter much for me with this hair." Jon shook his head and his dark curls just bounced loosely into a dangerous array of perfection.

"You haven't played Angie."

"My playlist usually goes from fast to slow, but it's just shuffling. So they fall where they fall.

"Wild Horses is one of my favorite songs. I don't necessarily like slow songs but the sentiment wild horses couldn't drag me away."

"I don't know which song is sadder. Wild Horses or Angie. I guess Angie because that's a break up song. One day, I think we're going to have a song for song smack down for best song, worst song, Love song, most angst filled song…

"I can go you on that. That's a challenge, although we're going to have to widen our time span. I've got plenty of 90's and even some more current music. I know you might think its little bit too pop, but my mom is a Snow Patrol freak."

"Snow Patrol really?"

"All the time when we were in the car as kids she was blasting Snow Patrol. I'd have to say they're probably her favorite. Like I told you my dad loves Stones, King Crimson, Eno, Roxy Music, The Doors, Yes, Pink Floyd, Dire Straits…. I could go on and on. What about your father?

My dad loves the 3 B's, Bach, Beethoven, Beatles, Mozart, and Rachmaninoff, Sex Pistols and Elvis Costello. He tends to hide his punk."

Jon turned into an ally off the street where they had their fender bender. It was behind the high rises, more of an access road. He parked behind the building.

"This is where I usually park when Sam has his DJ nights"

"So your Dragon won't eat any cars."

"Point well taken."

Sansa was able to unhook herself from the regular seatbelt, but Jon came around and opened the door for her to help her out. It was a long way down. He felt his hands around her small waist and lifting her down was so easy. He was amazed she was as tall as he was, maybe a fraction less. He couldn't wait another second they were standing so close. He held onto her hips and pulled her forward.

"Are you ready for one of those passionate dramatic kisses?"

"I believe so."

"Good."

They leaned toward each other and their lips met. At first, he felt an almost falling sensation, but she caught him wrapping her arms around his neck and their kiss continued. This time Sansa tilted her head slightly and her tongue caressed his lips as she pushed her way in seeking his. Jon was a bit surprised by her boldness, but he continued. His hands slid into a full embrace of her as their tongues sought each other with the need neither of them realized. Sansa finally broke the kiss off breathlessly.

"Come on, we can't stand out here all night making out like teenagers. I want to meet your friends and I want to dance."

"Let's go. I want to dance with you. I'm not going to share you with anyone else."

"Promise."

"I promise."