A/N: Famous author has left signed copies of book at bookstore. It's short, but it does the job. Also, I know the last two OTPs have become longer fics. I'm telling you know...NO. You guys are really amazing in all seriousness.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck.

"Man, I hope they have a signed copy left," Chuck muttered, walking up to the line. At the same time, a blonde approached from the other direction. Chuck widened his eyes. They had stepped in line at the exact same time, and it was apparent from the look on her face that she wasn't getting behind him.

"Usually, I'd say ladies first, but there are only so many of the signed books, and I'm getting it for my sister's birthday tomorrow."

The blonde woman grinned at him. "Your sister is a huge Steampunk Chuckster fan?"

"She has all of her books," Chuck admitted. "She teases me all the time about my name being Chuck, and the author's name."

"Your name is Chuck?" she asked, grinning.

"My parents were sadists," Chuck replied with a shrug.

"So, we share the spot?" Chuck nodded. She held her hand out. "Sarah." Chuck shook it. "Do you read Steampunk's books?"

"Who, me…? Yes, all the time," he admitted, making her chuckle. "You?"

"I started reading her books in college, and when I heard there was a signed copy today..." She shrugged.

"I get it," Chuck said with a nod. "It's Ellie's favorite writer, and she's… well, she's been more than my sister. My parents left, and she raised me." Chuck looked away, not seeing the look on Sarah's face.

"You know, maybe I should let you have this spot," Sarah began, but Chuck was shaking his head negatively.

"There's only one fair way to do this, you know," Chuck began. Sarah raised her eyebrow at him, intrigued. "You stay where you are, and when we get to the front of the line, and there's only one signed copy left, we race for the book. The first one to get to the cashier and pay for it, wins."

She studied him for a minute, a grin growing on her face. "Is that how you want to play this?"

"I think it's fair," Chuck said. "You're obviously in much better shape, athletically." Chuck realized what he said, winced and hurried on as Sarah snorted. "However, I do have longer legs, and can cover greater distances." Sarah looked at his legs. "Are you checking me out?" he asked in faux shock.

"Just seeing what I'm up against," Sarah replied, grinning.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, again we apologize, we only have a few copies of our signed items left," the announcement came from the store loudspeaker.

Chuck looked up at the line. There was only one person in front of him, and Sarah. He looked at the shelf, and only saw one signed copy left. He was trying to figure out the quickest way to get there, when he felt her close beside him.

"I was," she whispered softly into his ear. He turned to her, eyes wide. "I was checking you out." She reached up and gently moved a curl and then let her fingers trail down his face. "I hope you don't mind."

"Nope," he croaked.

"There's something I'd like to ask you… Chuck."

"Next," they heard, and then Chuck was standing there as if he wore concrete shoes. He looked up, and Sarah was almost to the book. He was off like a shot, and just missed grabbing the book. She let out a playful shriek, and headed toward the cash register, when she felt his hands close on her waist. She was spun, and looked up at him, grinning.

"I guess you caught me," she said as innocently as possible. "Now, what are you gonna do with me?"

Chuck's brain misfired, and Sarah dropped down out of his hands and took off toward the register again. She beat him there, and pulled out her money to pay. Chuck stood there watching her, grinning, and thinking about how much fun he had. He was a little upset about not getting Ellie the book, though. He decided to congratulate Sarah, and go back and get an unsigned book for Ellie. He noticed she was writing something on the receipt as he waited.

She turned around, saw him and smirked. As she walked over toward him, he extended his hand in congratulation. She shoved the book in the outstretched hand. "Other hand," she said. Chuck put out his other hand and she placed the receipt in it.

"You want me to pay you back for the book?" he asked.

"No, silly," she said, laughing. "The book is for your sister. What's on the back of the receipt is for you."

Chuck turned the receipt over. "It's a phone number," he said, a little stunned.

"Yep, it's mine," she responded. Chuck just stared at her.

"Thank you," he said, a little shaken by her gesture.

"I hope she enjoys it, and I hope to hear from you," she said. She began to leave, but stopped right beside him. "Sooner is probably better," she said softly, and walked out the door. As she got to her car, her phone rang. She pulled out her phone and leaned against the car, pressing the 'Accept' button. "Sarah Walker."

"Oh, good. I didn't know your last name," Chuck began. "I'm Chuck Bartowski… the guy for whom you just did an incredibly nice thing."

"Hmmm," she replied as if pondering.

"The one whose ass and legs you were checking out, and curls you were playing with," he added.

"I wasn't playing with them," she retorted. "Do they always have a mind of their own like that?"

"Yep," he replied, making her snort. She heard him take a deep breath. "How do you feel about Mexican food?"

"I'm good with it," Sarah replied. "Just so we're clear, are you asking me to eat Mexican food with you? Because I am currently broke, having spent all my money on a book," she teased.

"Yes, Sarah Walker, I am asking you out on a date," Chuck replied, coming out of the bookstore and seeing her leaning against her car. "But all I have is my company car so… can you drive?"

"I think something can be arranged," she said, hanging up and grinning as she saw him walking towards her.

A/N: I really like these OTPs.