Cryptic Message

Meet me on the balcony at twilight.

That's what the email John had sent her had read. That and nothing more. There were no clues as to what exactly the reasoning behind his request was. What he wanted from her, she had no way to know. She could only imagine.

She had not yet decided whether to actually show up or not. Surely if it were that important he'd have said something to her about it in person.

All the secrecy... It suggested otherwise, but perhaps that's what had her so intrigued. She'd always loved a good mystery. Of course that was a different story when the risk of death was a factor. 'Meet me on the balcony at twilight' didn't sound particularly threatening so she was probably going safe. And this was John. John Sheppard.

Why not pass by and see what he wanted?

She'd reached the balcony before any convincing reasons not to go came to mind and stopped short at the sight before her.

John was standing by a beautifully set table with lit candles and two plates of food atop. He grinned when he saw her and waved her over.

She obliged, cautiously, and they were nearing the end of their meals and some light conversation when it hit her.

"Is this a date?"

John's flushed face was answer enough.

fin.