Claire was a woman who learned from previous experience, and from the few weeks she had known Owen for, she knew he was too unpredictable for her to try guess what he had in mind for their date. She would go crazy if she took a moment to think of the many possibilities and so she had avoided doing so.

After he had walked her back to her office that past Wednesday, they had agreed to go on a second date on Monday. She had once again required for them to stay on the island and he had given her his word on it. The only detail she had about their afternoon plans was that they would cook together. To the redhead, that didn't mean anything. Knowing Owen, she was already picturing him taking her hunting so they could prey their own cow and then make it steak.. or it could be something simple like cooking chicken or preparing a salad. Regardless, she was going to be mentally prepared for the former.

The idea for them to cook together had come to Owen after the few conversations they had the mornings when it was her turn to be in charge of their daily breakfast and how they came from the hotel restaurant; the food there was of higher quality and she still wanted to impress him.

One date, a Halloween party, countless amounts of daily texting, and the handful of breakfasts they shared had the redhead slightly admitting to (only) herself that she was developing a deep crush on him. Was she going to act on it? Not just yet, and the control center room didn't think she would either.

They had their whiteboard filled with odds and divided by dates. They were very optimistic about the relationship that was supposedly blooming between their boss and the handsome man. They had up to six dates listed with their odds so far. Each person making a bet on which one they thought would feature the inevitable first kiss.

All of them were putting a lot of thought into it, they had observed the couple at the Halloween party and they could notice how Claire was slightly begging for a kiss already, not to mention each day the redhead looked more smitten than the one before. The odds for her to be the one to kiss Owen first were higher by ninety percent of the people in the room. Ten still thinking this would go the traditional way and Owen would kiss her first — she wanted to kiss him, but hadn't done so yet.

When it came to the odds on which date they were betting on, no one was down for the second date; they knew their boss too well. Most people had them kissing by date five, some even dare push it to date six. The spying they hoped they could enjoy that afternoon would only be for observation, see if they were right or they needed to update their odds.

A couple of guys were working on a tiny capsula microphone, this little bet was slowly getting out of control. They still were keeping their distance and not interfering, but they wanted to make sure they could listen to her date.. specially if they went to a place out of the security cameras' range.

The guys knew her daily routine and by the time the redhead was stepping into the room, they had already rolled their whiteboard out of her sight and knowledge. Lowery already had the microphone in hand and just needed to figure out a way to have her leave with it.

Claire had changed into a pair of skinny jeans, a white lace tank top, a siam blue ruffled jacket, and a pair of silver flats. The entire security room noticed this and they quietly exchanged glances. They couldn't blame her, though, after all she was going out with the same guy who had made her ride a go-kart across the island.

After a few seconds, she felt Lowery's fingers playing with the end of her jacket and slapped them off, "Sorry." He pushed his glasses up and gave the people a thumbs up; he had successfully slipped the small microphone into the front pocket of her jeans. The appliance so tiny it would take a lot for her to feel it.

"What do you have for me?" The redhead requested the usual update before she could head out to her date.

They didn't have any highlights for her which helped ease her mind and go to her date knowing the park was having a good day with minimum incidents, just the usual like those damn kids always getting lost. She didn't stay for more than five minutes, her intention was just to make a quick stop before meeting Owen whom had insisted for him to pick her up instead of Claire driving to his bungalow like she had suggested.

The moment the redhead left, her microphone was amplified in the speakers they had for it and the camera covering the Innovation Center became the main one on the front screen.

Owen had taken his vest off and had changed his shirt to a fresh one before meeting her. The last thing he wanted was to scare her off with the strong smell of his sweat. He was resting against one of the park Jeeps. He smiled at her once she stepped into his sight, meeting her on the building's staircase "Are you ready?" He gently caressed her earlobe before running his fingers down her jaw, "beautiful~" He offered, running his arm around her waist so they could walk back to the Jeep.

By one thirty, the man had already driven the redhead out of Main Street. Hector and Miguel, who were cleaning the glass building, high-fived and let the rest of their buddies know that it was soccer time.

"I know you said I owed you a pair of shoes..." Owen smiled, fetching a large shoe box he had on his patio table while walking her up to his bungalow. "So here." He offered, letting go of her hand so she could grab the box and take a look.

She smiled brightly, Claire loved shoes and wasn't expecting for him to actually take her seriously about that. She sat on the stair case and eagerly opened the box on her lap, "Oh. Thanks." She offered dryly.

Owen laughed and sat next to her. He took her one foot and gently removed her flat before folding her jeans three quarters up her leg. Claire had found a pair of black fishing boots inside that shoebox. "I didn't want to ruin yet another pair of your shoes." He explained, slipping the first boot on and then did the same with the other leg.

Claire sighed, scared to ask the reason why she would need these ugly boots in the first place. Owen stood up and taking her hand, pulled her up so he could fix the boots by bringing them all the way up to her mid thigh; her jeans safely tucked in them. "Gorgeous!" He offered, pressing a light kiss on her cheek. One that made her close her eyes and feel how her heart skipped a beat.

"I need you to help me with some stuff." He requested guiding her around his bungalow. He had spent those hundred bucks not only on those fishing boots but also in some equipment he needed to build his own cast nest. He had spent his weekend busy putting it together and test running it.

"What's that?" She asked, her eyes curious but her brain alerted.

"It's a cast net, we are gonna use it to catch our own shrimp!" He shared with enthusiasm.

"I'm not fishing for any shrimp." She laughed and took a step back. What kind of date was this? "Have you heard of dinner and a movie?" The redhead would be perfectly okay with something ordinary like that.

"You can't fish shrimp, you need to catch it." He explained the term. "Schminner and a schmovie." He rolled his eyes before offering her a playful smile and handed her an empty bucket and the pair of fishing boots he would be wearing.

Once Owen had changed into his old pair of fishing boots and Claire had left her blazer on the railing up to his bungalow, they moved all this stuff to the lake. He let her fill the bucket with water and set it at the edge of the lake. Taking her hand, Owen slowly took a few steps into it with her. "See, nothing happens." He teased her, the water up to their knees.

Claire offered him a death glare and nibbled on her lower lip. "Now what?" She wondered.

"You stay here, I'll go get our cast net." He nodded and slowly walked back out, taking him just a couple of minutes to be back with the large handmade tool. The redhead was distracted watching little fish swim about.

Owen stood next to her and slowly showed her how to grab and throw the cast net. He did it first, with her observing. The man managed to throw it a few yards away and then taking her hand, they walked further into the lake and brought it back out.

Claire could see the few shrimp wagging their tails, stuck in their cast net. She found it gross but smiled at him. They walked out to their bucket and Owen released them in there.

Once back in the lake, Owen brought the cast net to her front and slowly slid his fingers down her arm to guide her. The redhead giggled at the cold and wet on his fingers and unconsciously leaned against him. She gulped, her fingers curving around the piece of net Owen wanted her to hold and he then worked on her other hand. She closed her eyes and nibbled on her lower lip, feeling his breath so close to her skin while he explained this to her was making her belly tinkle.

"Ready?" He asked softly, his hands now tenderly resting on her forearms in order to guide her. Claire nodded and at the count of three, she threw the cast net as far as she could. It didn't land as far as his did, but deep enough.

She looked over her shoulder feeling his hands resting on her waist, and looked down to his lips for a second before brushing her forehead against his, "like that?" She murmured.

"Perfect~" He nodded gently and slowly pulled back so they could go fetch their net. Claire had managed to catch five shrimps which made her feel accomplished. They high fived and walked back out so they could let them swim with the other ones back in the bucket.

Once they had about twenty shrimps, Owen figured they were enough for their lunch dish and headed back to his bungalow carrying all the tools with them.

"Ewwww..." Claire's voice was clearly heard around the control center, their little microphone was working wonderfully even back at the lake. Everybody was laughing while Claire expressed her strong disgust at wherever was happening in that kitchen.

Having the redhead walk a few yards into the lake to catch shrimp was one thing, but having it cleaned? She was gagging, and now there was no doubt among the staff sitting there that she had it bad for Owen. Never would they have guessed that Claire Dearing would be standing in a kitchen, holding a knife, peeling and deveining shrimp.

"C'mon! You are doing great!" Owen's voice reassured her. They all needed to stop laughing so they could hear how things were turning, that was the downside of not having a camera to display the footage.

They could hear the redhead squeaking a cry, "ew ew ew..." she kept calling out.

"Come here~" Owen said softly.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Claire demanded before the microphone went dead for a moment.

"What's happening!?" They all wanted to know, "they probably gave up on the shrimp and left to make out on the couch." Someone suggested.

"Much better, huh?" They could finally hear Owen's voice again, but no response to his question from Claire.

"Still...don't ever touch me again!" She insisted.

"It was just one shrimp! See, it doesn't even smell!"

"OWEN, NO!" She demanded, "Ugh."

The man laughed, "It goes away with lemon, I promise."

"You can't touch me until proven."

"Here, now you try." Owen suggested.

"Ooff..gross." Claire kept complaining but as the minutes kept passing, she seemed to complain less until she eventually stopped. At this point, the control center staff was with their ears glued to the speakers, each of them imagining in their heads what was going on in Owen's kitchen. They had learned they were cleaning their shrimp and getting it ready to be cooked, but they would have paid a pretty penny to be able to see her face.

Owen and Claire were now waiting the recommended ten minutes for their shrimp to be cooked through. During this time, they brought out of his fridge all the ingredients they would need for their lunch and get them ready. They were going to prepare their own ceviche, Owen had woken up early on Saturday morning so he could go to town and buy fresh lemons, limes, oranges, cucumber, and onions, among other things. He had gotten everything he needed for this date on that same trip. Those hundred bucks that Miguel and Hector had paid him for this date were more than enough, after all, the dollar was sitting at four hundred seventy five Costa Rican Colones.

Both the redhead and Owen had a chopping board and a knife each and now that their shrimps were cooked through, they grabbed ten each and started to chop them in half before pouring them in the now empty and cleaned pot they had used to cook them. He let Claire poured the lemon, lime, and orange juice into it and stir while he added the small squares of cucumber, onion, and serrano chiles they had chopped earlier when waiting for the shrimp. Now they had to let it refrigerate for an hour.

"Do you want a beer?" Owen offered, hearing her washing her hands in the sink.

She nodded and met him by the fridge, leaning her body against it and keeping her eyes on him. Owen opened a couple of bottles, and handed her one. Upon taking a sip from his, he closed the fridge and inched closer. He offered a smile, letting his eyes fall on hers and taking in the intensity she was staring back at him with.

In the mean time, a large group of Latinos were gathered in the cafeteria watching their soccer football match. Their team was playing outstanding, making every penny they kept investing worth it.

The kitchen staff had rearranged their inventory so they could do without some stuff for the rest of the month and have them for the game; like sodas and snacks the park provided them with. However, unlike the previous game, they weren't giving them for free. They needed money so they could keep paying Owen, and therefore each of the people engaging in this didn't mind paying five dollars for a coke and three for a bag of chips and some nuts. It was overpriced, but it was all for a good cause.

Owen was slowly brushing his fingers on the palm of Claire's hand. She had them facing down, and couldn't keep herself from giggling nervously. The man fixed his hazel eyes on her green ones, staring deep into them when he abruptly tried to slap the back of her hands with his. Claire was fast, and managed to pull back just in time before he could slap them. She laughed and waited for him to position his hands so she could take her turn.

The redhead crossed her legs, she had changed back into her flats the moment they had come back from the lake. Owen gently tilted and brushed his knee against hers, his body unconsciously leaning down a little forward following hers like a magnet as she slid against the back rest.

She fixed her eyes on his and smiled playfully before biting on her lips. Claire started to softly brush her fingers against the rough palm of his hands and before she could pull them back to try slap him, Owen curled his fingers around hers and took them hostage. They both laughed before he let go and asked her to try again, there was no time for that though ...the timer they had set as a reminder had started ringing; it was time to resume their cooking.

Once back in the kitchen, Owen brought their pot out from the fridge. Claire was ready to pour the tomato, avocado, and cilantro they had chopped into it. Owen then added some oil and salt. Now they had to wait another thirty minutes before they could eat. It looked great, Claire couldn't wait to try it out. "This is the first time I have cooked anything!" She was feeling a little proud about the accomplishment.

Owen smiled and started gathering all the dirty dishes and utensils so they could wash them while they waited, "and the best ceviche you'll ever have at that!" He encourage her.

"I mean, even if all I did was chopped some vegetables." She waited in front of the sink for him to drop everything there.

"Also, peeled and pulled little black guts out of shrimp!"

"I guess I did go fishing for our own shrimp as well, and that counts...right?" She smiled letting some water fall over their dirty dishes.

"Catch shrimp." He kept correcting her, his lips gently nibbling her naked shoulder from behind, missing the blush that grew in her cheeks. Claire also felt her chest tightening and her stomach flip.

She gulped, "right~catch." She shook her head. She was completely under the spell of his charm, and in that moment she realized it would be hard to keep restraining herself from acting on it.