Dawn and Trina stood at the entrance to the Metrocourt restaurant, their eyes scanning the room for any sign of Spencer Cassadine. Trina was dressed in a pretty pink dress with spaghetti straps and the skirt flared out, making it appropriate for dancing. She wore glittering pink heels to top it off. Her black hair flowed straight down her back and shoulders and a wooden stake was hidden inside her sequined pink purse...just in case.

"Where is he?" Trina's sighed giving up.

"Are you Trina Robinson?" A woman approached, eyeing both Dawn and Trina curiously.

"Yes, she is," Dawn answered for her. "I was just making sure that she got here ok."

"Dawn," Trina stared at her Watcher, who just gave her a coy smile.

"I'm Olivia Quartermaine, one of the owners of this place. Mr. Cassadine asked me to escort you to the private balcony where you will be dining."

Trina's eyes widened. "Private balcony?"

"Wow, that's fancy. He must really like you," Dawn gave her arm a nudge.

"He doesn't even know me."

"Well, change that tonight. Have fun! Remember, you're 20 years old. Having fun is expected. See ya!" Dawn waved, turning to leave Trina to her date.

Trina sighed. She sometimes wondered if it was a good idea to have such a young Watcher after all. Then again, she couldn't imagine anyone else for the job.

"Follow me, sweetie. Your date is waiting," Olivia winked, grabbing two menus.

Feeling incredibly on edge, Trina followed Olivia through the restaurant until they reached two glass doors that lead out to a large balcony where a table for two was set up and Spencer was waiting behind one with a chair pulled out for her. He simply smiled and waved. He wore a black turtle neck with black dress pants and black shoes. His hair was brushed back, away from his face. He was gorgeous.

"Hello, Miss. Robinson," Spencer smiled as Olivia lead her outside. He had been looking forward to this date all day.

"Mr. Cassadine," Trina couldn't help but smile back. She felt something in her relax. "You didn't have to go through so much trouble."

"Of course I did. Nothing's too good for the woman that saved my life," Spencer smiled as she took the chair he offered. He then settled in the chair across from her and smiled at Olivia who handed them both a menu. "Order anything you like."

Trina simply blushed. "Well, saving lives is what I do as a slayer. Really, this is the first time I'm getting awarded for it...especially so extravagantly…"

"Well, that's too bad. You should be awarded much more often. I mean, I can't be the only life you've saved."

"Well, despite what my Watcher may have you believe, slayers aren't usually repaid for good deeds. It's all for the greater good."

"So you didn't save me because you liked me, huh?" Spencer teased, pleased when Trina ducked her head with a pretty blush. This girl was too pretty. Pretty, brave, sweet...at least she seemed sweet...and judging from her drawings talented. He had to get to know her more. "So Trina...where are you from?"

"I hail from Texas. I went to school there, got my Slayer powers there, and was trained there mostly...once I was finished in Cleveland, one of the slayer training centers."

"Why Cleveland?"

"It's on a Hellmouth," Trina giggled at the way Spencer's eyes widened.

"What's a Hellmouth?"

"It's a mystical place that draws beings like vampires, demons, werewolves...you name it, it's there eventually. The vamp population is really high in hell mouths, which makes them the perfect places to train slayers. California doesn't have one anymore, but Cleveland is one and I heard that New Jersey is one as well...but I'm not too sure about that one."

"Hmm...this is all so interesting. It can be so boring here in Port Charles. I mean...we do get some vampire attacks I suppose...but it's not like...overrun. So you may find yourself cooling your heels here for a while."

"That's fine by me. I can take some downtime from being a slayer. I kind of like being a normal girl, every now and then," Trina chuckled.

"What is normal girl Trina, like?"

Trina simply shrugged as she looked at her menu, trying to find the least expensive item. She didn't want him paying a fortune for her. "I...I don't know. I love everything and anything having to do with art. I know that's for sure. If I wasn't a slayer, I'd be working in a gallery somewhere."

"Hmm...we have some pretty good galleries here. The Jerome gallery and the Chuck...just to name a few."

"Really?"

"Yeah. How about our next date, I'll take you to some. I also heard that there's a virtual Picasso show in town as well…"

Trina's eyes widened with delight. "I heard of those! I always wanted to go, but never had the chance!"

"I'd love to take you," Spencer reached over and took her hand, his eyes warm and sincere, causing Trina to melt even more. She didn't know what it was. She had never fallen for a guy this fast before, but Spencer Cassadine was breaking down her walls without even trying. It disturbed and fascinated her all at the same time.

"I'd love that," She found herself accepting.

"So it's a second date? Day after tomorrow?"

Trina simply nodded, unable to refuse such an offer. The art lover in her couldn't and the normal girl that liked this boy found the offer irresistible. She remembered what Dawn said, about it being ok to have the need to be normal and enjoy normal things….like dates with handsome, charming boys and art exhibits. Not everything had to be about the slaying. "I'd love that."

"Perfect! Let me see your phone, I'll enter my number and you can enter mine in yours," Spencer took out his phone.

Trina did the same. They entered their numbers and handed the phones back. They both gasped as a small spark shocked their hands as they touched as they returned their devices to each other. Trina blushed again and went back to looking at the menu.

"Um...everything on here looks so good…," She stammered, her mouth going dry.

"The lobster thermador is really good," Spencer suggested. "Feel free to order anything you want, Trina. It's my treat."

"I don't want to bankrupt you," Trina smiled, putting down her menu. "In fact...you don't have to repay me at all. I saved your life because I wanted to and because...well, I find you really interesting."

"You do?"

"Yes. I read up on your family and...well it's fascinating."

"Ah, so you know something about us Cassadines, besides the fact that we're all supposed to be vampires."

Trina nearly spit out her drink but forced herself to swallow it. "Excuse me, what?"

Spencer just laughed. "Yeah, I know that Luke Spencer has everyone thinking that we're all a bunch of vampires."

"Well, lucky for you, he was proven wrong last night. Vamps don't try to eat each other."

"No, they don't. They go for warm-blooded, alive, humans. Which I am."

"I know…," Trina looked at him speculatively, thinking that he was a very beautiful human at that. But she kept that thought to herself. He was already arrogant enough. No need to make his ego even bigger.

"What did you find out about us, Cassadines anyway? I'm curious."

"You'd close relations to the Romanovs. So that's why you carry the title of Prince. Even though I don't know what you're the Prince of…"

"I'm confused about that part as well. My father used to say, Prince of nothing," Spencer chuckled.

"You guys are insanely rich. The inheritance rule goes from the first son to the first son. Everyone else is left in the cold."

"You got that right."

"But nothing about vampires. Unless one believes Luke Spencer. There are vampires around here, though...I just haven't met one that's a Cassadine," Sprina shrugged, her mind drifting to Spencer's father Nikolas. He was most definitely a vampire….but there was something different about him. She couldn't put her finger on it, and since Spencer seemed oblivious to his father's status as a living being, she didn't feel it appropriate to tell him. Besides, Spencer didn't seem to be in danger from his father, who had seemed angry about the vampire attack. She did have questions about the Cassadines as well because where there was smoke, there was always a blazing fire. "Spencer...how much do you know about your family? Are there any members that seem to have an unusually long life? Ones that may give you the creeps or never eat?"

Spencer frowned and thought about it, then shook his head. "No, I can't think of anyone. My father has always looked young for his age though...and...well he's always on the phone when we're at the dinner table and doesn't seem to have time to eat...but I doubt that he's a vampire. I mean...I would know, right?"

Not if Nikolas Cassadine didn't want his son to know for some reason, but what reason would that be? Looking at Spencer, she felt her fondness for him grow. She really did like him and wanted to keep him safe. She had to find out what was going on with the Cassadines before it did affect Spencer somehow. She didn't know what it was, but she knew in her slayer heart, that Spencer Cassadine was in trouble and needed her protection. She just didn't know how he was in danger and what she would need to do to protect him.

They ate the rest of the dinner making small talk. Spencer told her about how he was going to run Cassadine Industries someday and how he liked ginger snap cookies, and art, and how he had gone to school in Paris, France, and would love to go back someday. Trina talked about her love of everything art and how she dreamed of running a gallery of her own someday but doubted that it'll happen because of her slayer duties. She also talked about the classic sitcoms she liked and her favorite movie, Titanic, which Spencer also loved, except for the ending. He shared that if he had made the film, Jack would have lived, while Trina thought the ending was perfect as it was and that if Jack had lived, the movie wouldn't have been as memorable and touching.

After sharing a dessert known as Death by Chocolate, which was scoops of vanilla ice cream over two giant slabs of brownie covered by chocolate syrup and tons of cherries, Spencer paid the bill and they were off to the Savoy, using Spencer's white convertible as transportation.