A/N: HEY GUYS. SORRY FOR THE DELAY. LIFE...YOU KNOW HOW IT IS. IT'S A LITTLE SHORT BUT I HOPE IT'S OKAY.

Amy gripped the edge of the table and leaned her chair backward onto two legs. She swung her legs gently while surveying the occupants of the café. A girl hunched over her laptop furiously typing what Amy assumed to be school work, an elderly gentleman with a tweed jacket his shaky hand carefully filling out a crossword in his newspaper, a guy and a girl canoodling in the far corner of the room. Amy immediately diverted her eyes from the couple, not liking the churning it made her feel in her stomach - something most people would refer to as jealousy.

A ringing filled the room and Amy's eyes instantly gravitated toward the door, they lit up when she saw the figure walking through it. Amy watched as Reagan took a few steps before her eyes darted around the room nervously. Reagan was wearing her catering uniform, her white shirt was untucked from her skirt, her hair - recently cut - falling just below her ears now streaked with pink, the nose stud now replaced with a hoop, red lipstick covering those oh so familiar lips. Reagan's eyes eventually found Amy and her entire face immediately lit up as she walked toward her.

"Hey!"

"He-"

Amy's chair toppled back further than she had expected and Reagan immediately grabbed her arm to keep her upright. The entire café went quiet and turned to look at them as the sound of the chair clattering to the ground grabbed their attention. Reagan shrugged apologetically and quickly rushed to pick up Amy's overturned chair. Amy dropped her head and shuffled nervously waiting for the volume to raise again - indicating that the crowd had moved on and that her and Reagan were no longer their sole focus.

"You okay?" Reagan asked throwing her rucksack onto the back of her chair before sitting down.

No. How can I be when the reason I fell off my chair is because you look so fucking hot right now!?

"Yeah, you?" Amy asked politely carefully lowering herself into her chair.

"Yep. A little tired. But besides that, everything is good." Reagan smiled.

You look good. Really good.

"You look good."

Amy instantly groaned realising her mistake.

"I mean….you look good. Good as in well. You look…well. I like your hair." Amy rambled trying to cover her accidental slip.

Reagan smiled at Amy endearingly before putting her out of her misery.

"Thanks, so do you. Look good I mean. Do you want a coffee or something?" Reagan asked pushing herself out of her seat.

"Tea please. Thr-.

"Three sugars. I know." Reagan laughed before walking toward the counter.

Amy pursed her lips watched Reagan's every step towards the front of the café, her eyes roaming unabashed. It was clear to Amy that Reagan had restarted her work out routine, her thighs were becoming more defined, the sleeves of her shirt getting tighter as she moved her arm to grab the drinks. When Reagan turned around Amy quickly averted her eyes until Reagan was sitting in her seat again.

"So. I've. been. thinking." Reagan said between between sips of coffee, her eyes slipping closed as she had her first caffeine fix for the day. "Square one."

Amy raised her eyebrows as the heat of the tea warmed her face.

"I've been doing some research and the first stage in a friendship is acquaintances." Reagan explained. "So we should do acquaintance stuff. Well sort of, I think we can get this stage over with today because we are definitely more than that."

"Yeah?" Amy asked in surprise.

"Yeah." Reagan said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Amy took a sip of her tea to fend off the smile that was creeping onto her face.

"So what do acquaintances do?" Reagan asked looking at Amy expectantly.

"Oh. Erm. I guess they….ask questions? And try to get to…know each other?" Amy answered cautiously.

"Sounds good." Reagan hummed.

A moment of silence fell between them before Amy realised what they were waiting for.

"Oh, you want me to start?"

Reagan nodded a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

"Okay….I'll ask you something. You answer and then ask me a different question. Is that okay?"

Reagan confirmed with a nod while sipping her coffee.

"Favourite colour?"

The colour of your eyes.

"Red. Favourite food?"

Anything you make for me.

"Pretty much anything anyone puts in front of me. Chucks or Vans?"

Vans because you love them.

"Chucks. Left or right?

Left because you're left handed.

"Right. T-Shirts or Jumpers?"

You look great in both.

"T-Shirts. Favourite number?"

Nineteen.

"Six. Something that makes you dizzy?"

Kissing you.

Heights. Your favourite place?

With you.

My bed. Camping in an RV or Tent?

It doesn't matter as long as we are together.

Tent. Eyes or lips?

Both.

Both.

Reagan paused, watching Amy carefully. She watched as panic washed over Amy's face and embarrassment turned her cheeks pink.

"I didn't mean. I-"

Amy dropped her head into her hands, shielding her face from Reagan.

"Come on Amy." Reagan reassured gently removing Amy's hands from her face. "It's no big deal."

When Reagan untangled Amy's hands from her face she was presented with a pink face and pouty lips.

You are so fucking adorable.

"You are so fucking adorable."

It wasn't a slip up, she just wanted Amy to not feel so bad but mostly she wanted to really fucking say it.

Amy swallowed a squeak. Reagan shrugged and looked at her with sympathetic eyes.

"You are," she laughed watching as Amy averted her eyes to the ground.

Reagan glanced at the clock behind them and quickly stood up from her chair. Amy did the same.

"What's wrong?

"I gotta go. I didn't leave much time to hang out because I figured acquaintance's didn't spend too long together." Reagan explained.

"Oh…okay." Amy nodded watching as Reagan grabbed her rucksack.

"Wait did you get here okay? Do you need a lift?" Reagan asked while she and Amy walked out the door.

"No it's okay. I drove Lauren's car. I'm good."

"Okay good." Reagan nodded with pursed lips.

"So…how do we say goodbye?" Amy asked nervously.

"We hug."

"We do?"

"Yeah."

Reagan pulled Amy toward her and Amy was immediately overwhelmed with sensory overload. Mostly by the way Reagan smelt and felt. How comforting her hands were around Amy's waist, how protected she felt even though she had a good few inches on Reagan, how Reagan always nuzzled Amy's neck. It was so familiar and comforting but sad at the same time. And if they were hugging for longer than they should have been no one seemed to give it any attention.

Reagan reluctantly let go of Amy and started to walk toward her truck before hesitating and turning back around. Amy hadn't moved, probably planning on watching Reagan walk away.

"What?"

Reagan walked back toward Amy and sighed before pulling her down and placing a tender kiss on her cheek. Reagan lingered a few seconds before pulling away. Amy was looking at her with a mixture of shock and amusement.

"Do acquaintances do that?" Amy smirked.

"Obviously. Why else would I do it?" Reagan scoffed before turning on her heel and heading back toward her truck.

Amy watched as Reagan hopped in, composed herself and then gave a quick wave to her before driving off. A few moments later Amy did the same.

"Were you having sex in my car?" Lauren asked aggressively snatching her keys from Amy.

"You wish!" Amy scoffed.

"Then why do you have lipstick on your cheek?" Lauren asked waving her finger in Amy's face.

"What? No I don't." Amy gasped. "Plus if I was having sex in your car don't you think it would be all over my face?"

"EW. I don't want to know." Lauren shouted plugging her ears and running up the stairs to her room. Amy did the same curious to see what Lauren was talking about.

A grin took over Amy's face when she saw what Lauren had been talking about. On her cheek was a large, red, Reagan shaped kiss on her cheek.

"Obviously. Why else would I do it?" Amy mocked in a whiny voice, leaning forward to admire the heart shaped kiss on her cheek.