Chapter 4
"So, um, this is me," she says, her voice soft.
"Right. Where I picked you up," he replies, smiling down at her. "This is you."
She looks up at him, a little sheepish, then makes a silly face. "I—uh—this was, I had a great—"
"Me, too."
"Time," she finishes, her words hanging in the air between them. "Thank you for dinner."
"Thank you for coming," he replies, his voice sincere. "This was really nice."
"Given that our day started with a bomb going off, yeah."
"Even without that, it would've been..." he pauses, searching for the right word. "Really nice."
She laughs softly. "Yeah," she agrees, her tone light.
"Well," Quinn says, "it's late."
"Yeah," she replies. "And you probably have important things to do. I'm sure I'm keeping you from... something important."
He smiles, though there's a touch of hesitation. "Can I see you tomorrow?"
She's quick to respond, her voice warm. "Yes."
"Great. I'm glad."
"You're not... you can't..."
"I can."
She tilts her head, an eyebrow raised. "Come up?"
"Now?" he asks.
"Yeah," she murmurs, a quiet challenge in her eyes.
He stares at her, his heart racing. "Yeah," he murmurs back. His voice sounds thick, like something's stuck in his throat.
"Good," she says, smiling, though there's a trace of uncertainty. "Okay, so I'll see you..."
"Now."
"Right," she says, laughing softly. "Let's do that."
They both glance at the streetlamp above, the light bathing her in a soft glow. He can see her blushing, and he wonders if he's doing the same.
Well, it's happening. They're doing this. And damn, it feels like they're both falling, fast.