Amy was playing cards with Robotnik and two other people. So far she was the one who was winning. The other two players kept letting him win in hoping to land a new role as a result of making him happy. Amy realized she had won quite a bit of money already and decided she was finished playing. She looked to Robotnik, "I think I will pull out what I have for now." He nodded her way and looked at his watch,

"It's getting late. Does anyone want dinner?"

"Us!" The two actresses from the other side of the table screamed. He smiled at them kindly,

"I know a nearby Sushi Stall that has great food. Let's go there next." He motioned over to Knuckles who came with his coat. Amy sat there, trying to think of another excuse to avoid being around Robotnik, when she heard her phone vibrate. She looked down at her phone.

Shadow: Come up with your phone.

She texted him back quickly, "I'm on my way."

Amy then stood up and turned to the girls, bowing to them and thanking them for the evening, before turning to Robotnik, "I'm afraid Mr. Shadow wants to go over the scenes for tomorrow with me, so I shall be on my way."

Robotnik bit the inside of his lip and thought to himself, 'Drat. I had intended on offering her dinner. I've been so mesmerized by her. Shadow is always getting in my way. First he offers her a cosmetic endorsement before I can, and now he's intervening in my plans to get her in my show... Still, there is not much I can do in this situation.'

Robotnik forced a smile and nodded, "Another time than Amy. We can talk about the role another time. Now go, don't keep Shadow waiting."

Amy nodded and collected her belongings and rushed out of the poker area. She held her things close to her as she stepped into the elevator and the doors shut, taking her to the master suite. She pondered for a moment. Shadow usually wasn't the one who made the first move, normally it was her. And her gut told her that he wasn't inviting her to go over the scripts like he had said. The elevator doors opened again, knocking her out of her trance. With a heavy sigh, she forced her feet to move forward to his room. She took a deep breath and hit the doorbell, her arms quickly going back to clutching the purse on her arm.


Shadow's ears perked up and his heart started to beat rapidly. She was here. Quickly, he ran over to his desk and grabbed his script, ripped it up, and tossed it out the window. He sighed, fixed his quills, and calmly walked over to the door and opened it. Amy's body stiffened instantly. She raised her eyes up to look at Shadow's. He stood to the side, allowing her to walk in, "Come in." She nodded, and then walked past him as he shut the door softly. She stopped, eyes narrowing as she turned to glare at him, "Shadow, what did you really call me here for?"

His face flushed a bit and he cleared his throat awkwardly. "I uh... lost my script. And since we have most of our scenes together, I was wondering if I could borrow yours to make a copy."

Shadow had asked so nicely that Amy did a double take to make sure it was Shadow she was talking to. Cautiously, she handed him the script, "I'll leave first. When you have finished making a copy let me know and I'll come back and get it." She turned to leave but he grabbed her wrist. She turned to look at him confused.

"No... wait here, it wont take but a few minutes." He was looking at her with almost begging ruby eyes. He took the script and quickly went into the other room, not giving her a chance to argue. For a few minutes, Amy stared at the room he had entered. This was so unlike him, and it was throwing her off.

He came back and Amy shot her eyes to the other side of the room to focus on something else. He walked over to the refrigerator and asked if she wanted a bottle, and she nodded, replying lowly. He returned and handed it to her, their fingertips touching as he did so. His eyes darkened, and he turned back to the other side of the room and turned on the tv. One of her favorite sitcoms had just started and she blushed.

'How did he remember what time my favorite show started?'

He sat on the couch, patting the space next to him. She sat next to him quietly, sipping her water. That was when she realized how nice he smelt. Her nose got caught on his scent and she felt herself scoot closer to him. She was so nervous that she started drinking all of her water faster, before she realized it, the bottle was empty. Shadow eyed the empty bottle in her hand.

"Do you want me to get you more?"

His voice startled her and made her jump. She shook her head quickly, "No, that's fine."

He could sense her unease and frowned, "I will.. go check on the paper copies." He stood up and left the room feeling defeated. Amy sighed and felt more at ease as she relaxed and watched the show. Slowly she felt her eyelids get heavy.

When Shadow returned with her original copy in hand, he found her asleep on his sofa. He let out a small smile and brought over a blanket to cover her with. With one last look, he kissed her temple before leaving the living room and going to his room.