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The hustle and bustle of The Fireplace reminded her that it's only the middle of the week. Compared to the last two days it almost seems like a different place. Kelvin and Ignis were focused in the kitchen while the waitresses and waiters constantly ran food back and forth while bussers quickly followed as soon as people paid their tab and left. Not once was there a lull in the flow. Even Cabernet was minding her manners to let the two chefs, specifically Kelvin, work. Although the dress today was distracting enough that she didn't even need to do anything for Kelvin's gaze to stray every now and then. All in all, it was fascinating how alive the restaurant was and could be.

"Fascinated by the rush?"

Rahu's voice was teasing and warm to her ears. Her smile was soft as her silver eyes twinkled underneath the rays of sun that peeked past the closed blinds. Shimmering with a kind of mischief, Rahu's relaxed demeanor eased Nightingale's racing thoughts that plagued her the moment she opened her eyes this morning.

"It's like a well oiled machine," Nightingale answered as her eyes scanned the restaurant. Not once was there a pause in the flow between the customers coming in, going out, and the waiters, waitresses, and bussers dashing about. Luckily the spot that they chose was a window seat that had the view of the entire restaurant. Even if it meant that they were part of an old noir film. "It's impressive."

"Well, it's only the middle of the week. From here on out, at least till the end, they'll be ruthlessly busy," Rahu sniffed her tea before taking a delicate sip.

"Notice anything??" Nightingale nodded towards the still raised tea cup. The steam was slowly dwindling but the fragrance wasn't fading. The only notes that she was able to catch were the most obvious ones.

"Hm. Yes," Rahu swirled the cup before taking another whiff and sip, "Taste like leaves."

The laughter that escaped Nightingale's body broadened Rahu's smile.

"And yet you still continue," The laughter turned into a chuckle as Nightingale shook her head, "Is every 'Sinner' stubborn?"

"Considering how Matilda is meeting Corso today because she's being stubborn," Rahu gave a dramatic sigh before admitting the truth, "Well, we take after Chief."

"Ah, so she's stubborn?"

"You'll find out after your date tonight," Rahu's smirk lit up Nightingale's nerves once more.

"It's just coffee. How stubborn could she be?" Nightingale took a sip of the cold water in an attempt to cool her nerves. The cold liquid sent a chill down her throat and spread throughout her torso and yet her nerves easily overpowered the coolness and quickly warmed her again.

"You'll see," Rahu's smile was an enigma, "You seem excited about it."

Nightingale hadn't let go over the cup even after setting it down. The condensation cooled her hand for a flicker of a second before her own body heat won the feeble battle. Was she really that nervous?

"W-well, yes. It's been a while since I've had a date," Nightingaly shyly admitted. She didn't know what compelled her to be so open with the woman in front of her. Was it the lazy smile? The silver eyes that were warm and understanding? Or maybe it was the wolfish grin that was eager and friendly.

"Really???" The surprise on Rahu's face and tone shifted her entire demeanor.

"Why do you sound surprised??" Nightingale couldn't help but pout. Faye had the same reaction once she learned how long it had been too.

"Because you're....." Rahu waved a hand as if she could conjure the words out of thin air, "Well, you."

"Huh?" Nightingale naturally squinted at the statement. Why was everyone so surprised? She's been away from the city for so long, trying to survive on her own, that it was only natural that she didn't focus on her love life. Besides, these days a love life can’t pay bills.

"You're authentically you. It's no wonder why...." Rahu hesitated, "....Chief....is smitten with you."

"But everyone else is also authentically themselves?" Nightingale couldn't help but point out the flaw. Why would Rahu make such a statement with an obvious flaw? What was she trying to say?

The sandwiches finally arrived and the pair couldn't help but take a moment to take a couple of bites before coming back to the topic at hand. The fresh bread offered a crunch that was so clean that it felt wrong that it’s just a lunch special. The lettuce and tomato were from Pepper’s community garden and their freshness only added to the experience. Despite the delicacy of the mundane sandwiches, their conversation couldn’t abide any further.

"Hm, true, but Chief has closed off her heart for so long..." Rahu's eyes turned distant as a memory flashed for just a moment.

"Was it really that bad??" Nightingale lowered her voice despite knowing the natural volume of the cafe already covered their conversation.

"......Not even the kids knew where she was," Rahu couldn't look at Nightingale. Only barely able to poke at her sandwich as she forced the memories to fade.

Nightingale had no words. Her curiosity demanded answers but she knew better than to pry about information about someone from another source. Only Chief could give her the full picture of what happened during that time. However, that's only if Chief feels comfortable enough with her to let her in on that moment of time. But would it be wrong to not know? Does she have that right? No, she's still just a stranger trying to find her way in life.

Rahu shifted in her seat and Nightingale saw that silver gaze turn curious and serious.

"Why did you agree to the three dates?" Rahu's stare pierced her soul. Caressing whatever Nightingale wants to hide and holding no judgements. Ever patient in wanting answers from Nightingale’s heart.

"Simply put," Nightingale braced herself. She's finally saying the words out loud and who knows what that could change. "She's fascinating. She's able to unite people from all walks of life yet remain so.....humble, I guess is the apt word."

"And that's fascinating?" Rahu titled her head and the rays of the sun scattered across her eyes. The darkness formed a helmet as the beam of heat illuminated the only thing Nightingale could focus on. The silver eyes that prowled the edges of her soul as they beckoned her with a gentle gaze that made her truthful.

"Yeah, it's not common to see someone who has that much influence remaining humble. The duality of it," Nightingale shrugged as if it was the most mundane statement in the world.

"Ah, but doesn't everyone have some form of duality??" Rahu countered. Was it the sun's beams that seemed to make those silver eyes brighter or was it something else? Was the scar giving her gaze a sense of extra intensity?

Nightingale could only take a couple bites of her sandwich as she contemplated how to properly convey what she meant without having any misunderstandings. Each chew was a deliberation on a word. Each swallow was a choice made.

"True. But from my observations people usually have a war of the faces with such duality," Nightingale met Rahu's gaze. She straightened her posture with resolve as she prepared for the questions to come.

"War of the faces?" Rahu's raised brow beckoned her without judgement.

"A war between what's expected of them versus what or who they are," Nightingale took a couple bites of the side salad that was currently being neglected.

Rahu's brow quickly furrowed as her eyes scanned Nightingale's form once more. As if the woman in front of her would have the answers written on her. Her expression alone even while finishing her lunch was enough to let Nightingale know that she needed more.

"What they show the world versus what they show in private," Nightingale's gaze bore into Rahu's. Pleading for the other woman to understand what she's trying to say even if it's not making sense at the moment. She's been thinking about the reason herself for the past couple of days and this is the best answer she has been able to put words to.

"Ah, so Chief is simple to understand," Rahu nodded as she leaned back into the chair. Escaping the rays of the sun, shadow enveloped her form and yet the warmth remained in her gaze.

"It's fascinating that she's just..." Nightingale mirrored Rahu from earlier, "....Like that."

"Heh, is it now? And you've come to that conclusion with only a couple of meetings??"

".......And observations...." Nightingale muttered, hoping that Rahu wasn't able to hear her truth.

"Oh, so you were staring out your window," Rahu's mischievous grin returned.

"N-no! It's just so flashy and I don't have blinds yet!"

"You say this but after lunch yesterday," Rahu's grin widened into something wolfish, "I don't know."

"I--What's that supposed to mean?!" Nightingale tried to calm her flustered emotions but underneath Rahu's gaze they were exposed.

"Oh, you know. Just that you're very observant of Chief and all of her subtle changes," Rahu smugness irked Nightingale’s barely composed nerves.

"You say this like it's a bad thing," Nightingale's pout made Rahu smile.

"No, no. It's just like you to be adorable," Rahu's chuckle was light as her gaze turned soft.

Nightingale could only glare at the offending woman in front of her. Every now and then she would catch other ladies gawking at Rahu and a part of her wanted to tell them how much of a problem Rahu really is to deter them. Little do those ladies know how much of a little shite Rahu can be.

"So, your observations and brief meetings have told you that Chief is consistent?" Rahu changed the topic or else she might be tempted to tease poor Nightingale further.

"Besides when she gets lost in memory," Nightingale became somber for a moment as she recalled the crestfallen face of Chief. The haunted look in her eyes as if pleading with an unknown force to have mercy.

"Right, you caught that....." Even Rahu grimaced, "Does it worry you?"

"It makes me worry about the extent of it."

"The extent of it??" Rahu tilted her head as her eyes remained on Nightingale's form. Intently watching every micro mannerism and breath she takes. The rise and fall of her chest as it fights to remain steady and calm. How Nightingale’s fingers crumbled the edges of the napkin as her eyes fell into the few strands of salad below them as each word was chosen carefully.

"Yeah, like what else could be a trigger for such a reaction? And is there anything I can do to minimize exposure to such triggers?"

"Would that constant worry and vigilance bother you?" Rahu asked without hesitation. That goofy wolf from earlier vanished completely, “Wouldn’t it get tedious after a while?”

"No, not really," Another shrug from Nightingale as she finished off the salad. There was another worry but there was no use in telling Rahu. Speaking it out loud might make it come true. Besides, if she were to tell Rahu then no doubt Rahu would determine whether such a worry was founded or not. Nightingale didn’t have the heart to face the possibility if that worry was true.

"Really??"

"It's no fault of her own. I don't know what the triggers are so it's only reasonable that she'll have those reactions when we're just getting to know each other."

"Always so rational even against things that are deemed irrational," Rahu's smile was soft and her eyes shimmered with some type of excitement, "Cute."

"Of course. it wouldn't be right of me to cast judgement so quickly and harshly when we haven't done our dates yet," Nightingale nodded with an almost proud determination.

"Do you really think it'll be as simple as that? Feelings have a tendency to not follow logic no matter how hard one tries. Maybe someone else might catch your attention?"

"True, but as someone who is pretty oblivious, I think I'm good," Nightingale waved the statement away with a flick of her wrist. Besides, who else might catch her attention? Rahu?

"Ah...oblivious you say...."

"Chief is the first one to blatantly make a move with clear expectations," Nightingale shrugged once more. The truth sounded so simple and yet it was the truth for a reason. As much as she wanted companionship, life was too short for games. Time is a valuable commodity these days and she only wants to spend it with people that matter to her.

Like this lunch with Rahu.

Despite knowing each other for a short while, it seems like they've known each other for lifetimes. From pulling her chair out to holding the doors, Rahu has been nothing but kind to her. Intimidating, yes, but kind and caring in her own way during these short days.

"Ah, so that's the secret to woo-ing you?"

"I wouldn't call it a secret. Just open and clear communication," Nightingale couldn't help but smile as she recalled how upfront Chief was. The memory warmed her soul as she remembered the goofy smile.

"Noted. But what if after the first date it's abysmal?"

"Hmm, I doubt it."

"Based on what??" Rahu pressed. A hound on a hot trail.

"It's just a coffee date. Don't think anything could go wrong with that," Nightingale sipped on the now lukewarm water. An inkling of curiosity on why Rahu is still asking questions. She wasn’t as intense with her questioning yesterday so why today? Did something change?

"What about conversation?"

"It's easy to talk to her. I don't think that will be an issue. Besides, if all else fails we can talk about the coffee. I’m assuming it’s also going to be something artisanal."

"Already have a contingency plan huh? You really want this to work out....."

"Well...." Trying to keep the redness off her face, Nightingale failed miserably, "Chief is the first one to be so open about her interest....How could I not want to see where it leads?"

"First? Haven't you--Oh wait, oblivious."

"I've been on one!"

"And you're how old??"

"Ok, rude," Nightingale squinted at Rahu's nonchalant form. Her white button up was open all the way to her sternum and the collar threatened to pop up like Rahu was more of a well dressed hooligan than city employee. Rahu's elbow was on the table as her hand held her head and her eyes remained only on her. With such a gaze, she could see how Rahu had so many fans. It didn’t help that despite the restaurant and flavourful and robust food filling the air, Rahu’s own signature scent still reached Nightingale’s noise with a spicy boldness. However, this was Rahu, not Chief, giving her that look so it was easy to brush it off.

"Just teasing you. Also, if you're so oblivious then how do you know it was a date?"

".......By technicality...." Nightingale couldn't even look Rahu in the eye as she admitted this truth. She tried to burn the memory but the horror of it made it permanent in her collection of memories.

"Oh jeez.....You heartbreaker," Rahu seemed remorseful for those she didn't know.

"I did nothing of the sort!" Nightingale countered quickly. It's not like she deliberately led people along. Right?

"That you know of!" Rahu's eyes sparkled as she saw Nightingale becoming flustered.

Nightingale could only huff.

"You make it too easy," Rahu's grin was heartwarming and sent comforting flutters down Nightingale's spine, "But, seriously, just be kind to Chief. But also don't restrict yourself either."

Rahu's expression turned somber.

"Restrict myself?" Nightingale couldn't help but feel she was missing something obvious. There was a path that Rahu was trying to show her and try as she might she couldn’t even see the beginning of it.

"You're a good person, Nightingale. But, there are others besides just Chief," Rahu's hand covered her own. The warmth was tender at first before the heat almost became overbearing. Did Rahu naturally run hot?

Nightingale could only glance at their hands before giving Rahu a quizzical look.

"Just keep it at the back of your mind," Rahu's hand slowly drifted from her hand, the fingers seemingly lingering more than they should, "I figured you'll just put all of your focus on her but with your lack of experience--"

"I'm not--"

"--Do you really know what you want?"

Those silver eyes saw all of her. There was no hiding. She was cornered.

Nightingale could only stare back as she gave her answer. An answer that burned her very being and begged to be brought forth to anyone that would listen. An answer that would either complete her or break her.

"I have an idea."

"An idea with no practical application?" Rahu's shot was something she didn't want to admit.

A flaw in the logic.

A flaw in the answer.

A flaw in who she is.

Nightingale could only glance at the table between them. The hustle and bustle of the restaurant faded into the background as her mind threatened to adjust the logic she held so dearly. Yes, it was flawed, but it was the only way she could reason with herself. Without it then she's going in blind. A fate worse than death in her mind. It was the only way to remain sane.

Rahu's sigh brought her back to the moment. Those eyes went from a frenzied animal to a tender beast. Silver met teal and the world around them melted away.

"Just be careful....I know Chief won't do anything to hurt you but…..don't try to force something that isn't there," Rahu's voice sounded solemn as she gave the advice.

"......You all worry for her," Nightingale could only state the obvious. Rahu's arrow still pierced the illusion that she presented to herself.

"This is the first time Chief had taken an interest in someone since her.....It would be a shame if it was all for nothing..." Rahu's voice faded at the statement. Even her gaze flickered away from Nightingale for a brief moment, "She's a sensitive yet stubborn soul."

There was only one reasonable answer to the unspoken question.

"I'll let you know tonight then," Nightingale hesitated in uttering the words. As if speaking them aloud is jinxing her future.

The spark of warmth returned back into Rahu's gaze.

"Oh? After your date?"

"I think I'll have a better feeling about it by then. Something more than just curiosity," Nightingale told more so herself than Rahu.

"I look forward to hearing from you then. But that does require my number for that," Rahu's mischievous grin returned once more and eased Nightingale's worry by sending warm shivers down her spine.

"A-ah, right..." She could only scramble to get her phone.

"Heh, such a roundabout way of asking for my number," Rahu teased as she leaned back into her chair once more with a cool confidence that sent some nearby ladies into a swoon.

"That's not---"

"So this is where you've been hiding for lunch, Rahu."

An eerily calm voice cut between them.

Rahu immediately went to attention. Her confidence from earlier turned shy and on edge as she spoke the stranger's name. The warmth from before vanished into stoicism.

"Shalom. What are you doing here?" Rahu turned unemotional as soon as she composed herself. Almost guarded.

"Getting lunch, of course. I wondered why you weren't at your usual spot so obviously I had to……investigate," Shalom's smile seemed genuine yet there was a sharpness to her gaze that sent alarm bells ringing in Nightingale's head. Her attire mirrored Rahu’s but was more professional. As if she just stepped out of the office without a chance to relax.

"Ah, I see," Rahu could only spare a glance in Nightingale's direction before focusing on Shalom again, "I'm assuming you made a to-go order?"

"Well, I thought about it but I've been told the ambiance here is so.....interesting," Shalom only spared Nightingale a quick glance before focusing back on Rahu, "And the meeting isn't until an hour after lunch ends so took the liberty to finish some work and take a late lunch."

"Nightingale," Rahu muttered her name so softly that it was more of a tender caress than a call to attention, "Go ahead and go. I'll escort Shalom back to City Hall."

"Aww, a shame. I had a couple of questions for Nightingale here," Shalom's attention was fully on her and she felt like a mouse being forced towards a trap. The smile looked earnest yet beneath it was a deadly sense of focus. As if anything that she could say would come into fruition no matter the cost.

Nightingale had defiance on her mind but her phone alarm told her otherwise.

"R-right," Nightingale could only offer a fleeting peek, "I'll talk to you later, Rahu."

Rahu could only give a nod as she fled and Shalom gave her a polite smile.

Making a mental note to ask Matilda more about Shalom and Rahu's relationship, Nightingale fled the restaurant.

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"You know, all that pacing ain't doing you no favors," Faye's voice filled Nightingale's room as she leaned against the door frame with a worried frown, "Isn't it making you all sweaty?"

"So you do know logic and reason," Nightingale couldn't help but make the remark as the minutes dragged forward only barely. The digital clock was slow on the seconds and the analog clock above the door was lagging.

"Rude but chill the fuck out," Faye pulled out a paperfan from the cosmos and fanned in Nightingale's direction, "It's just a coffee date."

"Ugh, it's weird to say that you're right," Nightingale stopped pacing long enough to enjoy a small breeze from the fan no matter how pitiful it was. The loose strands barely budged and only tickled her head.

The moment she arrived in the apartment, Nightingale rushed to get ready. Despite the close location, the impending doom from an obligation stirred her nerves to be restless. She debated on taking the time to slow down and relax, her nerves and mind demanded otherwise. It’ll take some time to walk over there. Ah, but then it’ll take some time to walk to the exit of the building to even start that walk over there. Oh, but then it’ll take time to even walk out of the apartment to walk to the exit of the building to even start walking over there. Time taken away kept adding up in her mind and now she must suffer the consequences of listening to such worries.

"Heh, you'll find out soon enough I'm more often right than--" Faye's confidence was cut short with an obvious statement.

"Then why are you losing so many bets?"

"Hngk?!" Faye choked on air.

"Also, if you're so right all the time then why are you so wrong--" Nightingale was about to start the onslaught when her phone pinged. Immediately she leaped to it and only sighed when it was just a notification from the weather app. Tonight was going to be cool but still warm enough to justify not bringing a light jacket.

"Damn, why so on edge?" Faye continued to wave the fan once more.

"Because I can't find where the coffee shop is," Nightingale admitted as she basked in the breeze once more. The weak tendrils were gentle caresses that calmed her over-active mind that was being haunted by the slow countdown.

"Ah, that's right it's not open yet technically," Faye nodded, "Well, it's right next to The Fireplace."

"I know but I don't remember seeing anything coffee related next to it," Nightingale furrowed her brows as she slowed down her memories to look at every detail she could recall.

"It's still a work in progress so I don't think they made the outside obvious enough," Faye tapped her chin, "Actually, it's behind something I think."

"Behind something??" Nightingale turned her head to look at the contemplating Faye.

"Yeah, it's amazing what can get approved by the city and what doesn't," Faye waved the offhand comment away, "But don't worry. I'm sure Chief would make sure you would notice where it is."

"Something obvious?" Nightingale stared at the still fanning Faye.

"Hm. Or maybe she'll come rushing in like the loser she is," Faye thought aloud, "Honestly, even I question what you see in her sometimes."

"Only sometimes??" Nightingale finally elected to sit on her bed. Faye was right. There was no use pacing and expending extra energy. Sure, she'll get extra energy from the coffee, but better to be safe.

"Well yeah. On one hand, she's a loser, but on the other hand," Faye waved the fan at the window, "She's a figurehead in the community with connections that go beyond the city and county."

"I'm more interested in the person rather than the money and power," Nightingale frowned.

"Ah…Which is great! Chief needs that."

Did Faye falter for a moment or was that a figment of her imagination?

"Everyone has eyes on us huh," Nightingale made the statement aloud. If Faye did falter then she must also share the same sentiment like Rahu and the others.

"Not tonight," Faye smiled and nodded.

"Huh??" Nightingale voiced her confusion. Did Faye just tell her a lie? Why wouldn’t everyone be focused on them tonight when it’s the first official date? What else do they have planned?

"Well, we have someone on the inside so they'll be the only one keeping an eye on you two then telling us what happened afterwards," Faye admitted with a smile still on her face and her sunglasses glinted with a sense of confidence that was amazing for an inanimate object.

"So.......you do know privacy."

"Hey! We can hold back when needed," Faye huffed as she waved the fan in Nightingale's direction in offense.

"Sure, sure. I believe you," Nightingale couldn't help but grin. Despite the absurdity of if, it was almost comforting.

"Now, what's your plan??" Faye asked with a wild smile, "How do you plan to seduce Chief??"

"N-no! There will be no seducing here!" Nightingale felt her face turn warm at the thought.

"Sure, sure. Says the one who easily agreed to three dates immediately," Faye shrugged and Nightingale could feel the smirk behind Faye's gaze behind the sunglasses.

"How does that even equate to seduction?!" Nightingale continued to defend herself as she gripped the edge of her bed. Threads of a long forgotten thought threatened to take over her consciousness.

"Uhm? Why else did you agree to three dates? That's not how these things go," Faye waved a finger like Nightingale was naughty.

"How does agreeing to three dates mean wanting to seduce??" Nightingale's voice went up an octave as she fought her own mind from thinking about it. She recalled how delicate and soft Chief's fingertips were when they brushed against her skin. The way that Chief's eyes peered into her soul with such a tenderness that Nightingale wanted to get lost in those grey eyes for eternity. What else could those fingers do? What else did those eyes see? What else did those eyes and fingers want to do and see?

Wait, no.

"Duh, the three date rule," Faye held her hands out as if the statement she made was reasonable.

"The WHAT rule," Nightingale squinted at Faye. The off kilter comment brought her brain back to focus on the present.

"Bruh, I don't know how to explain the rules and intricacies of dating to someone who has never dated before," Another shrug.

"I've dated before!"

"Knowingly dated before," Faye clarified with a raised finger.

"Rude."

"But true," Faye gave two finger guns at the checkmate.

"Ugh, aren't you supposed to give, I don't know, a pep talk or something?" Nightingale couldn't help but feel a bit disgruntled. The rule that Faye mentioned seemed almost familiar. A concept that she had only heard in passing from somewhere.

"It's only the first date," Faye waved Nightingale's worries away with a limp wrist, "You two seem to be on good terms already so how hard could it be? It wasn't bad yesterday so it stands to reason that today won't be bad either."

"It feels cursed to see and hear you use reason and logic," Nightingale couldn't help but voice her internal thoughts.

"You do know I graduated Summa Cum Laude, right? I have some brain cells left after university," Faye huffed before glancing at her phone, "Ah, almost time for you to go."

"I thought you said it's a ten minute walk?" Nightingale questioned yet still obeyed the silent command.

"It is, but it's also Wednesday so the city is waking up more so there might be some unexpected foot traffic," Faye's wide grin and gleam of her sunglasses seemed more mischievous than supportive.

"Are you really Faye?? Quick, what’s the password?"

"Jeezus, get on git!" Faye waved the fan like a ground marshaller, “And we never created a password for alien abduction and body replacement scenario, thank you very much!”

"Alright, alright!" Nightingale took her cue to finally exit the apartment.

Despite the thick walls and door that quickly closed, she heard Faye's last bit of advice.

"Remember, be chill!"

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Faye's statement about the city waking up seemed like an understatement. During the day, from her window, Nightingale could see the city breathing. The cars went up and down the roads, the veins and arteries of the city, as people moved almost without reason. Some people clearly had a purpose while others meandered about without a care. However, now at least, there are a plethora of other people that seemed to have come out of nowhere to enjoy the beginnings of the night life.

And thus now she loiters.

"Tsk, damnit Faye, at least tell me where the entrance is," Nightingale stood next to a light post as she looked around the familiar restaurant. She could only see the business fronts that were closed or about to close. It doesn't help that some of towering buildings from beyond casted long shadows that didn't help her unfamiliarity. It also didn't help that the buildings had the generally the same shade that if she didn't pay attention to the store fronts then it would seem like it was one continuous building.

A familiar voice took her out of her trance.

"Nightingale!"

Chief skidded to a halt in front of her. Her deep breaths sounded ragged and her coat looked more ruffled than usual. Strands of her hair seem to have stuck up from the apparent rush. And yet despite the haphazard look, there was something almost mystical about it. As if Chief just jumped out of a story to come see her at this very moment.

"In a rush when you're five minutes early?" Nightingale couldn't help but make the quip. The woman in front of her was too attractive to not make a comment.

Wait, where did that thought come from?

"Says the one who was here before me!" Those grey eyes finally met hers and the world vanished around them. Once more Nightingale’s soul was exposed as her nerves melted away into a base desire.

The flushed face made Chief's face more lively and those grey eyes sparkled with an intensity and excitement that sent waves down Nightingale's nerves. A thread threatened to take hold but before she could banish it a question escaped and burrowed deep into her conscious thought. How could Chief be so disheveled and yet so attractive at the same time?

"Hmm, you make a good point but I've elected to ignore it," The comeback came out of her mouth without a hint of remorse.

"H-huh?! Why??" Chief's pout and slouch were exaggerated yet still adorable as her face flushed with a hint of red.

Logically, it was understandable why Chief’s face was flushed. However, that didn’t stop Nightingale’s imagination. Is this normal?

"It's cute to see you flustered," The smile on her lips came without her commanding it. Despite every cell in her body begging to take control of every micro and macro expression as well as to control the words that come out of her mouth, there was no point to it. To truly enjoy the date it was best to go with the flow. At least that's what Nightingale tells herself as she enters unfamiliar territory with these dates. Especially with a rampant mind that wants to lead her down paths she’s even more unfamiliar with.

"Wow, rude," Chief huffed as she finally straightened her back and patted her coat smooth.

"Heh," The chuckle was light as it came out. Maybe it won’t be that stressful to go with the flow with Chief, "Now, where's the entrance?"

"It's actually in the alleyway," Chief pointed towards what Nightingale just assumed was an alleyway for deliveries and trash trucks.

"Oh, Faye was being honest," Nightingale did a double take on the alleyway. The dirt gravel was now clearly a different colour but underneath the shadows of the buildings around them it matched the colour of asphalt, "Wow. That's.....interesting."

"It's hidden but it's actually a pocket park. Here, lemme show you," Chief took her hand so smoothly that Nightingale couldn't help intertwining her fingers with Chief's.

Nightingale fought the rising heat in her face as she felt how strong yet soft Chief's hands were. They way that they tightened around her hand as silent confirmation that she wasn't going anywhere. A promise between the both of them that tonight it's just them against the world and that nothing could tear them apart other than time itself. Nightingale could feel herself lose against the rising heat but luckily Chief was too focused on bringing her to the pocket park without running into anything so her gaze remained forward.

"Oh, I thought this was just a road or something," Nightingale admitted once she felt comfortable enough that her voice wouldn't crack. The dryness in her mouth surprised her ever hydrated self.

They stood together at the open maw to see the loose gravel and impromptu tables and worn chairs. An old gate with a faded painting leaned against one of the buildings while grandiose vines climbed the other building and made that side nothing but a wall of leaves. String lights linked the two buildings and with the drastic height difference between the two the lights looked more like falling fairies. At the end of the alley before it turned to the other side there seemed to be a wooden stage that could only fit three people at most. The wooden spool tables had scars of the elements and the chairs seemed to only be held together by a thin string of purpose and plenty of duct tape. The perfect picture of something tranquil and old in the middle of the growing and expanding city. It almost felt wrong to be stepping through it with such modern clothing, as if it was an offense to this precious bubble.

"See? Kinda like a weird portal to me, to be honest," Chief gave Nightingale such an easy grin that her heart couldn't help but flutter at the sight. The setting sun combined with the shadows of the buildings being fought off by the small lights above framed Chief in a fantastical mood. A humble hero surrounded by large and imposing fiends.

"A portal to somewhere good?" Nightingale mirrored Chief’s grin.

Not once did they let go of each other as they entered the pocket park.

"As long as you're by my side then it'll always be good," Chief's eyes turned affectionate as soon as they met Nightingale’s. As if the woman in front of her was the most magical being on earth. The shadows and lights above them as witnesses, the twinkle in Chief’s eyes beckoned her to follow the path that she was unfamiliar with.

Her mind started to wonder underneath such a gaze. An invisible dance that showed Nightingale all the threads of possibilities. With each step, an internal spin, another view of what could be in the future. Another spin, another step, another thread of the future. On and on it went as it washed her mind with the infinite and it burned her with curiosity. However, this was just the first date. These thoughts had no place at a time like this. There was only one thing she could do in order to tame such a swell that threatened to consume her. Follow it to the end.

"What if it takes us to a world of magic?" Nightingale struggled to keep her voice steady. Mentally gripping onto the nonsensical thought to keep her mind from wondering further into something she didn’t want to deal with at this moment. Was this desperation? She told herself to follow the flow but she thought it would be a gentle flow instead of this massive tsunami of feelings that wanted to drown her into oblivion. Drown her in a sea of grey.

"Can I be a dragon??" Chief asked the simple question as she took them further down the alley. Her coat billowing slightly from the movement, it almost seemed dramatic. Stepping into the unknown armed only with the person by your side.

"Does that include shifting into a human-like form or are you just stuck as a big lizard?" Nightingale questioned to further bury those thoughts from earlier. Bury them with the absurd. It was her only hope to stop the crashing waves against her psyche.

"Well, how else are we supposed to go on dates if I'm a big lizard?" Chief gave an exaggerated squint before focusing back ahead to make sure to dodge a fallen piece of plywood.

"I won't judge. Just don't squash me," Nightingale's honesty came out before she could stop it. Finally, victory seemed afoot.

"I would never!" Chief thankfully seemed more offended at the thought of harming her than any other implications that any one else would've caught.

"Well, what about a world dominated by humanity ending eldritch beings and powers??" Nightingale’s final push for victory.

Chief stopped for a moment to ponder the question as if their lives hung in the balance.

"Huh. Well, hopefully it won't be hell to unite people against a common enemy. Although it won't be that bad as long as you're like my right hand or something."

Chief's shrug was so nonchalant that Nightingale couldn't help but feel the same sentiment in the hypothetical scenario. But those thoughts from earlier still haven't been buried and still lingered at the surface of her consciousness. Gentle laps against the edge of her conscious wants and unconscious desires.

"What if I'm a bad guy?" Nightingale squeezed Chief's hand as if the very question itself hurt her core.

"Then I'll be a bad guy too."

Chief's honesty is going to be the end of her.

"You'll be a bad guy for me??" Nightingale's brows rose at the confession.

"If it means having you by my side then so be it," Chief squeezed her hand at the end of her statement as her grey eyes burned with a mysterious passion of righteousness. As if she could change and do anything that she set her mind to in order to keep Nightingale by her side no matter the scenario.

"You really want me around, huh?" A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth and she couldn't win against them.

"Of course, who wouldn't??" Chief stopped in front of the stage as her grey gaze pierced into Nightingale's soul with such sincerity that she felt exposed. Yet, despite the scrutiny, she never felt safer. She wanted to drown in those grey pools and to see where she would end up afterwards. Surely it would be an adventure.

But now wasn't the time to get lost in the expanse of grey that drew her in with open curiosity.

"This stage is bigger than I thought," Nightingale commented as soon as she noticed how fooled she was. The illusion offended her logical brain to the point of yanking her out of the maw of feelings that almost dictated her every move.

Chief's gaze never faltered from her form.

"This is where Echo performs," Chief's voice was warm as she explained, "And no. She doesn't sound distorted because of the alley, she just sounds like that. But she's gotten better!"

"Ah, so there are small concerts here??" Nightingale turned her head to look back from whence they came to truly gauge the size of the alley. Right now it seems spacious but surely between the space for the band and people it mustn't fit that much. They truly did step through a portal. A portal that led them into a space that seemed like a quantum realm.

"Yeah, it's the pocket park. The upkeep is done by the nearby businesses," Chief pointed out the back doors with faded suite numbers.

"Huh.....community," Nightingale muttered to herself.

"Why do you sound surprised?" Chief caught the whisper. She could easily pick up Nightingale's voice out of a hundred others.

"It's fascinating," Nightingale could only shrug. Trying to explain her swirling thoughts of what she truly felt about the matter would take ages to decipher even for a simple sentence.

"Hah, really??" Chief’s warm smile pulled Nightingale further.

A smile that could melt all of her walls.

"Of course. It works a little too well," Nightingale almost gave in.

"Too well?? You make it sound bad," Chief's laughter sent her heart into fluttering butterflies.

"It's not bad per se. Just rare," Nightingale gave a soft smile. Logic and feelings fought inside her heart and mind but compromise was the only answer that could give her focus for the rest of the night. It was the least she could do since Chief went out of her way to plan these dates. Feel just enough to enjoy the present yet be logical enough to not give into any temptations that may present itself.

"Well, it took a lot of work," Chief still hadn't let go of her hand so she could only step around the stage to move them down the rest of the alley. After a couple of steps, Chief stopped in front of a rusted out door, "Here we are!"

It was almost hidden within the jutted out bricks but the door still had a hint of charm to it. A scratched out number was still peeking through the fresh sticker numbers that were placed on top haphazardly. At least the ornate handle seemed like it was a restored piece with a crisp finish that made it look out of time. Pigeons and doves fluttered above them as the warm orbs above rolled against a passing breeze. The vines rustled softly and breathed with the air. All in all, the alleyway was its own bubble in space and time.

Chief seemed almost hesitant to touch the shiny knob. Maybe she also thought that touching it would transport them to the worlds they discussed earlier. Or maybe it was the fact that once that door opens they have no choice but to continue moving forward no matter where it leads. With a quick intake of breath, Chief straightened her shoulders as she finally placed a hand on the door knob. Her other hand gave Nightingale’s a quick squeeze.

A different world opened up to them.

Quickly stepping through, an old speakeasy welcomed them. The wood of the floor creaked with age. The wood was dark and uneven as it was a reminder of how ancient the building itself was. Antique book shelves lined the walls and, in comparison to the floors, seemed more youthful yet just as hardened. With a passing glance, the shelves and their ornate trimmings, seemed nearly perfect. Yet, with more scrutiny, not even being well kept could save the wood from the scars of time. On par with the floors and shelves in terms of colour, leather couches were scattered about with no sense of order. Some were either pushed against the wall or just pushed up against each other. Just as ornate lanterns and lamps lined the walls but despite the volume only a warm light illuminated the space. Just further ahead was the small bar with more ornate carvings in order to seem like it was continuous from the book shelves. A young woman currently had her back to them as she set up the bar and wiped glasses down. Her braid was adorned with golden jewelry as well as beautiful flowers. The whiteness of her attire seemed out of place but the style of it matched perfectly.

"Wow," Nightingale voiced amazement. It was like an extension of The Fireplace but with a completely different feeling. While The Fireplace was more homely, this space is obvious for a different type of clientele. Images of gangsters and dealers from a noir like era flashed through her mind's eye.

"Heh, impressed? Kelvin and Ignis worked hard on this side of the business," Chief's smile was filled with pride as she continued to lead Nightingale through the space. Only giving a small squeeze as a signal that they were about to traverse the still messy space, "Ah! Mira! You'll be taking care of us?"

The woman, Mira, finally turned around with a lazy and warm air about her. The creaks of the wood was the welcoming song to their introductions.

"Hm? Ah, yes, you two will be our guinea pigs as we wait on the date for the ribbon cutting ceremony," Mira gave a smile that could ease worries. The air about her was warm but the glint of her eye was a bit mischievous. The turquoise eyes shimmered in a fashion that matched the glistening jewelry of gold and silver that adorned the rest of her body and attire.

"See? Adventure," Nightingale couldn't help but point out. The smile on her face felt natural enough that even thought of relaxing seemed like an offense.

"It's just a coffee tasting," Chief finally let go of her hand long enough to pull out a leather stool for her, "How much of an adventure can it be??"

Nightingale gave a thankful nod before taking a seat, her smile only growing, "I don't know but the fact that it's you then something is bound to happen."

"Whaaaaaat?? Noooo??" Chief dragged out the vowels as she seated herself. Careful to not be too close but also not too far. The perfect distance for their legs to freely move about without risk of bumping into each other constantly.

"Oh please, Faye told me some of the adventures you guys went on," Nightingale couldn't help but tease as her smile relaxed to a smirk. It was cute to see Chief, who is normally so calm and confident to her at least, getting flustered so easily. The way her face flushes at the mere thought of being embarrassed and how the flush spread from her cheeks to her ears. It was adorable to see such a flushed expression that Nightingale burned the image into her memory to cherish later.

"Huh?? Which ones??" Chief clasped Nightingale's hand in desperation. Pleading with Nightingale to be forthcoming in what she was told and how it was explained to her.

The smirk turned mischievous.

"Oh, you know," Nightingale withdrew her hand as she swiveled the chair to look at Chief from the corner of her eye, "The nature ones."

"Ugh, that's so vague!" Chief grimaced, "Oh god, you probably think I'm crazy."

"Whaaaat?? Nooooo," Nightingale only turned her head back to Chief to offer an innocent smile.

"You terrible liar!" Chief huffed and dramatically turned her chair to face away from her. But even those grey eyes couldn't help but peek at her from the corner of her eye just like Nightingale did.

"Just a little bit," Nightingale couldn't help but chuckle.

"Uhm, so you two want some coffee or...." Mira stood with two menus in her hands. Menus that seemed to be covering an upturned mouth, “.....Or time alone??”

"A-ah, right," Chief grabbed the menus and quickly handed Nightingale's hers with only a warning squint at Mira.

Even with a sparring glance, the list of various tea and coffee was almost overwhelming and that was just the front page.

"Oh wow....." Nightingale flipped the menu over and gave it another quick scan, "This is....a lot."

"Jeezus, I didn't know they went this far," Chief was just as mesmerized by the list. Her eyes moved back and forth to the point of becoming strained.

"There's so many bean varieties too," Nightingale glanced up at Mira to give her eyes a break, "Is this also the Garden's work??"

"Only a few of them," Mira's laughter was light. As if she was trying to make her presence minimal, "The rest are just from whatever Kelvin and Ignis could finagle from their sources and suppliers aka whatever Cabernet was able to give them."

Leaning over, Mira pointed out a section of the menu. Her well manicured fingers easily guided curious eyes without much strain.

"What we get from The Garden are mostly blends. The rest are just single origin with some flavored beans on the other side."

"Wow, a speakeasy but for coffee and tea drinkers," Nightingale wanted to absorb the menu. One page is dedicated to teas while the other is strictly coffee. A fascinating combo.

"I see that glint in your eye," Chief gave her another warm smile, "What do you want to try?"

"I want to try--" Nightingale eagerly attempted to answer but she was too obvious.

With a raised hand, Chief added a caveat, "Within reason."

"How dare you crush my dreams," Nightingale deflated and pouted.

"Excuse you, we've established that coffee makes me sleepy but that's not the same for you so obviously you will need some sleep tonight!" Chief attempted to reason with the pouty Nightingale and yet even her voice wavered at the decision.

"Wow, dictating already," Mira interjected with a knowing smile.

"Am not! I don't want her to be overstimulated on our date," Chief continued to defend her position with pleading eyes.

"We do have some decaf blends and single origins," Mira waved a hand towards the menus.

Nightingale immediately perked up and looked at Chief with as much eagerness she could muster.

"Ugh, I can't say no to you," Chief sighed before raising her hand to cupped Nightingale's chin for a brief second as she emphasised her point, "But you need sleep!"

"Compromise then?" Nightingale forced herself to blink as she made herself think of pure things. Chief's touch was so tender that it sent shocks through her system. It was fleeting and Nightingale's nerves begged for more as the swelling waves from earlier began to ripple once more.

"What do you have in mind?" Chief tilted her head and rested it upon a propped hand, oblivious to what her simple graze did to Nightingale's mind.

"Three cups. The first one is a regular caffeinated one. The second one is decaf. And the third is water," Nightingale raised a finger for each point. Her gaze focused on the smiling woman in front of her. Once more using the physical distraction as an attempt to clear her mind. Chief's fingers.....what else could they do when they were like whispers on her skin?

"Heh, I see," Chief shook her head, "Alrighty, I agree to those terms. What do you want your first drink to be then?"

The smile that Chief gave her was a shot to her core. Was she really that eager for a connection? Why else would she easily be so influenced by any small move the Chief does? No, she must follow the compromise she set for herself earlier. She must remain logical enough to not give into temptation.

"Hm, I've always been a fan of Galão," Nightingale directed her attention to Mira. If she were to look at Chief any longer then her body might move on its own accord.

"Any specific blend or origin?" Mira asked as she went to prep the machine. Giving it a quick check before finally inputting the necessary settings before turning back around to access the beans.

"Hmmmm. Is there a blend that is chocolate and fruity?" Nightingale asked as she read the menu once more. Not even focusing on the words that filled the menu.

"Chocolate and fruity?? For a coffee? No way that's---" Chief's confusion was apparent as her brows furrowed as she followed Nightingale's gaze on the menu.

"Yes we do," Mira interjected while grabbing the blend. All the containers looked the same yet there seems to be some sort of labeling system in place. However, the darkness of the place made it hard to decipher what the squiggles on the stickers say.

"Huh??" Chief's eyes shot up to the canister that Mira was holding. Eyes squinting in a vain attempt at deciphering the code.

"Then I'll take that one, please," Nightingale gave a polite smile in thanks. Her own eyes scanned the various canisters. How did such a space house a plethora of choices?

"I didn't know you knew coffee...." Chief said as her eyes turned curious once more after they grew tired of straining.

"I don't but Langley mentioned it and I was curious if it was real," Nightingale gave a nonchalant shrug.

Chief's brows rose before glancing to the side and sighed.

"Well ok then," Chief took another look at the menu, "Hmmmm."

"What are you craving?" Nightingale asked as she leaned towards Chief's space to see what her eyes were so focused on.

Chief's mouth opened for a quick retort before Mira's cough made her freeze.

"Ah....Hm," Chief couldn't look Nightingale in the eye, "Surprise me."

"See? Adventure," Nightingale hummed in delight. A tame adventure but an adventure into the unknown nonetheless.

"It's not---" Chief finally looked at her in an attempt to defend but Nightingale was prepared.

Waving her hands like she was opening an accordion, Nightingale dramatically looked around them.

"Ah yes, because coffee and tea speakeasies are oh so common these days."

Chief could only give her an equally dramatic frown before diverting her attention back to an ever patient and smiling Mira. The woman in front of them had the decency to let the two bicker and ensured to not interrupt them. Ah, but that smirk on her face seemed damning.

"Red eye, please."

"What now??" Not even the menu could give the answers Nightingale wanted.

"It's just a standard cup of coffee with a shot or two of espresso. It's Chief's regular," Mira gracefully answered as she reached for a random blend before grinding the beans. All was done so smoothly it was hard to tell if any time had passed.

"A shot or two?? Espresso and coffee?? How are you alive?" Nightingale felt horrified at the implication.

"Sheer willpower??" Chief tried to give a confident smile but even that faltered under Nightingale's scrutiny.

"Have you been to a doctor?" Nightingale fully faced Chief with crossed arms. Her eyes scanned Chief from head to toe as if she could see any signs of Chief’s health being offkilter. Yet everything was hidden underneath the grey coat and barely form fitting attire of grey and black.

"Of course! Dr. Iron says I'm the pinnacle of health," Chief puffed out in pride.

"That sounds wrong," Nightingale raised one brow at the statement.

"You doubt a doctor??"

"I doubt that what you're telling me is the full context," Nightingale continued her cross examination.

"Hngk?!"

"That sounds more accurate," Nightingale nodded as she heard Mira chuckle.

"I'm not that bad," Chief pouted again and her eyes were pleading as her hands searched for Nightingale's to hold.

An action that Nightingale couldn't help but entertain. Chief's hands were warm and, despite the calluses, had a sense of tenderness that could only stem from her heart. As they clasped her own hand, Nightingale fought the urge to pull them closer to her, to bring Chief closer into her space. To bring Chief's face closer to hers to---

Ah, no, now is not the time to have such thoughts when it's only the first official date.

"I would say otherwise," Nightingale kept a stoic expression but the joy underneath begged to be released as she fought her unconscious truth.

"Based on what evidence?" Chief mimicked Nightingale's pose. Exposing Nightingale's hand to the cold air once more.

"Based on your entrepreneurial self," Nightingale’s smile finally escaped.

"That--" Chief tried to retort but Nightingale was one step ahead of her as per usual.

"Only a workaholic could deal with that many projects and remain sane. Well, relatively sane," Nightingale glanced at Mira for confirmation of the statement as well as a necessary reminder. There's a third party here that will no doubt tell all the other 'Sinners' how this date is going with either play by plays or summaries later. As such, she needs to calm herself in order to not give Faye, Matilda, or even Rahu, more ammunition to tease her with.

"Emphasis on relatively," Mira nodded with a tired look on her face. Only moving out of the way to bring them their cups of coffee.

"Oh, already??" Nightingale couldn't help but question as she could only recall Mira grinding the beans.

"While you two were busy flirting and fighting your inner desires, I took the liberty of doing my job," Mira’s smile sent a shot through Nightingale's soul, "You two forgot I was here for a bit."

Was she that obvious? And if she was that obvious to Mira then--

"Jeez, Mira, what are you on about?" Chief gave a dramatic sigh, "How could anyone forget that you're here when you're the only other person here."

"That you know of," Mira's smirk remained as she grabbed sugar packets and creamer, "But that's beside the point. Do tell me how you like the drinks. The machines are new and we calibrated them today but have yet to test them out fully."

Glancing at each other, Chief and Nightingale nodded and each took a sip of their designated cup.

Chief was the only one to make a noise of amazement.

"Whoa! What did you give me??" Chief asked Mira but the only thing she got in return was the same smirk from before.

"Sorry Chief, I have a bet that I need to win so I can't tell you," Despite the apology the sincerity wasn't there.

Nightingale stared into her cup after her first sip. Its light liquid shimmered and the ripples welcomed her. The chocolate notes were a blanket to her palate. The kind of blanket that offered a comfort she hadn't felt since her childhood. The fruity notes were more on the end and they were a dark red. A dark cherry that complimented the chocolate as if they moved in tandem in a wonderful dance. Wherever the chocolate went the cherry followed silently afterwards. The chocolate left a lasting note and the cherry, light as a whisper, emphasised the chocolate that lingered. Yet, like with all Galao coffee she has ever had, the traditional notes of the nutty undertone also remained. As expected there was also a slight bitterness but it was well hidden with the blend and milk. The texture was creamier than usual but it brought everything together into a cohesion that seemed more complex than necessary for one sip. A memory from a different lifetime wanted to be brought forth and yet that lifetime wasn't her own. What was in this coffee?

"Nightingale?? You ok?" Chief turned to place a hand on Nightingale's exposed forearm. Concern consuming her whole body as a thumb caressed Nightingale's warm skin.

"This.......this was made by mortal hands with mortal tools...." Nightingale muttered the only things that came to her mind as she chased the luxurious high of a well crafted cup of coffee.

"Uh, yeah? Well, I hope so. It would be weird if it wasn't," Chief kept her hand on Nightingale's forearm and offered a reassuring rub. A sign to come back from whatever cloud she was currently on, “Mira, you are mortal, right?”

“I question it sometimes,” Mira gave a nonchalant shrug as her smile grew with a sense of pride.

"Liquid ambrosia," Nightingale's eyes were intense as her other hand grabbed Chief's to free her arm, "How's yours?"

"You want a taste?" Chief gladly held up her cup between them. The passion in Nightingale's eyes drew her so much that she wanted to drown further into those blue eyes.

"Yes," Nightingale instinctively leaned forward as she gave out a raspy answer.

Chief's jaw clenched as she offered her cup and gave Nightingale a sip. Her fingers easily intertwined with Nightingale's as the warm drink easily spread from her mouth to the tip of her fingers. Almost as if---

"Wow," Nightingale's voice was low in amazement. Despite the heavy combo, the flavours were mesmerizing.

"I guess you like it?" Chief gave a lopsided grin as she set her cup down.

"Didn't know coffee could be this......" Nightingale frowned once words stopped appearing in her mind's eye, "I can't even describe it."

"I'll make a note of that compliment," Mira's voice made them both jerk and yet they only tightened their grip on each other, "I'll leave you two at it then. I still have a lot of inventory to do."

With a knowing wink, Mira turned to go into a closet that was hiding beyond their field of vision.

"Considering how amazing this coffee is to you, would you put this place as one of your top ten spots in town?" Chief asked as she swirled her cup. The dark void shimmering and beckoning.

"Realistically speaking it's currently the number one spot," Nightingale eagerly took another sip. This time ensuring the liquid covered all of her tongue to get the full picture it was trying to create. No wonder words failed her, this coffee required imagery in order to fully realise the complexity it held.

"And my club?" Chief's pout was playful as she took another sip of her own. Her thumb rubbing over the top of Nightingale's hand.

"Haven't been yet so can't rightfully say," Nightingale's hand squeezed Chief's on their own accord as her mind wanted to get lost in the image the coffee was trying to show her. A welcoming distraction.

"Ah, true. I keep forgetting you just watch from afar."

"I do not watch from afar," Nightingale scoffed and yet her hand remained intertwined with Chief's own. Despite the positioning, letting go seemed wrong and every cell and nerve in her body demanded constant contact with the woman in front of her.

"Inadvertently watch from afar then," Chief rolled her eyes as she took another sip, "If you need blinds I can get you some. I feel bad about all the lights invading your room when you're trying to sleep. Despite being a night owl."

"You know I'm a night owl?" Nightingale raised a brow and her tone turned serious.

"I-I mean.....You, uh, don't have blinds," Chief rushed for a defense, "It's pretty obvious when you're sitting at your, uhhm, desk late at night."

"Ah, right," Nightingale conceded the point with another sip.

"Are you still job hunting?" Chief’s voice was low. Her eyes filled with some type of worry that Nightingale didn't know the origin of.

"Oh, no," Nightingale chuckled as she didn't realise she had to confess this so soon to anyone, "I'm still updating my profiles, yes, but also I'm trying to do some.....research."

"Research?" Chief's head tilt sent her hair cascading down like a veil.

"It's good to keep my skills sharp and to be aware of trends of what's going on, you know?" Nightingale shrugged as she only swirled the cup, “Don’t want to be caught unaware.”

"That's good and all, but is that all you do?" Chief's head tilt went to the other side, "Not even a bit of gaming or journaling?"

"Ah, I've tried a couple of games here and there but they hurt my eyes after a while. And I do a bit of journaling, just handwritten."

"Ugh, tell me about it. Hella tried to get me to play a couple rounds with her, EMP, and Mess, but that was too much to keep up with," Chief grimaced at the memory, "Perks of being old, huh?"

Nightingale gave a blank stare before answering.

"You were last weren't you."

"Uuuuh, rude. How dare you assume I was in last place!" Chief let go of Nightingale's hand dramatically.

"Oh I'm sorry, were there other players?" Nightingale couldn't help but tease further. Seeing Chief acting pouty and offended was cute.

".........No."

Nightingale sighed as she faced Chief more with her body and held out her hand.

She only got a questioning squint as Chief had an obvious internal debate on the choices at play. Grey eyes switching from her open palm to trying to read the neutral expression on Nightingale's face, there was really only one thing to do.

With a curious expression like an inquisitive puppy, Chief turned as well to face Nightingale and grabbed her hand.

Immediately, Nightingale clasped Chief's hand and brought it in front of her, closer to her chest with a gentle tug. In turn, Chief followed the pull with her own body. Barely catching herself in time from falling off the chair.

"N-Nightingale....." Chief stuttered as she got lost in Nightingale's gaze.

"Chief......" Nightingale squeezed Chief's hand, "It's ok to be a loser."

"Ack! Not you too!" Chief cried in defeat before pouting once more, "I thought you liked me."

"I do," Nightingale barely lowered their hands, "But you make it too easy to tease you."

"Such a bully," Chief narrowed her eyes yet didn't try to fight Nightingale's grasp, "I take it then that another of your hobbies is going to be teasing me?"

"So far it's a fun hobby so yes," Nightingale couldn't hide the prideful grin. The rising tide from earlier calmed once more and only left a sense of tranquility. The internal assurance that everything will be alright no matter where it leads.

"I'm going to get my revenge," Chief continued her squint yet her own grin betrayed her.

"Oh? And how do you plan to do that?" Nightingale changed her grip to free Chief's hand and yet both of their fingers intertwined. As if the very thought of going without physical contact would bring about immediate death.

"Well, by gathering intel," Chief nodded wisely.

"What kind of intel? And from whom?" Nightingale's grin softened.

"From you, of course," Chief's gaze bore into hers once more and they were beckoning. Enticing her to willfully give what's necessary.

"Ah, so these dates are just intelligence gathering?" Nightingale tried to sound hurt but she couldn't hide the amusement. No one has ever bothered trying this hard for her attention before. It was horrifying in the sense that what if Chief doesn't like what she'll discover in the end? What if Chief was just a bit curious and once that curiosity is satisfied then she'll leave? But also, what if Chief isn't horrified? What if Chief isn't going to leave? Everything was plausible and as much as her worries tried to swallow her whole, Faye's words echoed in her mind.

Be chill.

"I mean.....Technically yes but no," Chief's face scrunched as she tried to word it properly, "I do genuinely want to get to know you."

"Know me? Why?" Nightingale finally asked the question that had been burning her soul.

"Because you're fascinating," Chief's honesty struck her heart.

"Fascinating?" Nightingale felt her threads of thought fray at the familiar words, "When you barely know me?"

"It's a hunch," Chief shrugged, "But that hunch can easily be proven. That's why I asked for three dates."

"How?" Nightingale took another sip so she didn't have to look Chief in the eye.

"Well, we can start with you telling me what your interests and hobbies are and I can tell you mine and we go from there."

“You make it sound so easy,” Nightingale tried to keep her voice steady yet her own doubts betrayed her.

“It’s as easy as we make it to be,” Chief gave her hand a squeeze, “So, what do you like to do in your free time, Nightingale?”

Such an easy question.

Such a damning answer.

With a shaky sigh, Nightingale obliged.

“Well, we can start with something small…..”

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The next four hours passed in such a blur that it was Mira that had to kick them out of the space with a huff. Something about needing to get some sleep for an early day tomorrow. And yet despite the scene change, they remained full of laughter as their hands remained entwined through it all. From the pocket park to the sidewalk, the world was just them.

The trek back to Nightingale's apartment was smooth as the natural breathing of the city surrounded their journey without interruption. Every now and then a truck would pass by and Chief would wave at it. The shadow that remained on the rooftops also received a friendly wave from Chief. The city itself was also an entity that gave them the grace to be just themselves.

"I can see how you got cult allegations," Nightingale mused, "You have a vigilante and a whole gang behind you."

"They are not--" Chief started with a lazy smile.

"I'm sorry, not a gang, neighborhood watch," Nightingale corrected herself with a matching smile.

"Neighborhood watch but they are legitimately a security service."

"What?? Really??" Nightingale's eyes widened. If that were true then why did Faye make it seem like otherwise.

"On the books they offer nightly security for various local businesses in the area," Chief gave the rehearsed explanation, "An unfortunate fact that crime has risen within these past couple of years yet there isn't much the city can do due to funding constraints."

"Funding constraints for the police??" Nightingale questioned as she thought about the various reviews she saw about the city. Sure there were reports of crimes and everything but they were relatively minor compared to some other places. The lesser of a couple of evils by a high margin.

"It may seem like they get a lot of money but the internal turmoil it creates almost makes it moot, I guess you could say," Chief chewed her lip, "It's hard to explain it without getting into the messy details and stupid bureaucracy of it all."

"I would assume a growing city like this would surely have no issues with funding and budget?" Nightingale chased curiosity’s thread of thought.

"Hah, all that growth was recently. Besides, we both know that all this growth came with a lot of tax cuts and benefits to the few," Chief couldn't hide the scowl no matter how brief.

"Does that expand to the county?"

"What happens in the city, happens in the county, and vice versa. Although, the city and county seem to have a weird rivalry? I don't know how to explain that though," Chief gave a weary sigh.

"Huh, everything really is run in the most inefficient way possible," Nightingale gave Chief's hand a squeeze.

"Ask Langley and Donald and they'll tell you that it's a necessary evil. Something about how it's the government and not the private sector? Hell, even Eirene, the pinnacle of capitalism and on the economic development board, has the same insights. "

"Ah, yes, that philosophy," Nightingale gave a short nod.

"Do you agree?"

The pair stopped walking at the crosswalk. Despite no traffic on either side, they still obeyed the laws of the light with the bright red hand. With the pause, both tightened their grip on their hands. As if the mere thought of being separated for even a moment was deadly.

"I don't know," Nightingale gave a lacklustre shrug, "On one hand, I can see where they are coming from. The government is for the people, at least ideally, and yet you would think they would be more efficient for its people."

"Ah, but it's those very same people that don't want to give anything to the government to work efficiently," Chief continued the thread of thought.

"Feels like we're making a commentary now," Nightingale's chuckle was light, "Isn't this how those podcasts get started?"

"Ugh, we already have a commentary duo on the radio waves. We do not need another. Besides, you need to be in good standing," Chief took the lead as soon as the walk light changed.

"We'll see how long that lasts. Matilda tells me that I need to work on my delivery," Nightingale gave a long sigh.

"Let me guess, you give it to them straight?" Chief brought Nightingale closer. The breeze picked up and a sudden chill was in the air. Her hand dislodged itself from Nightingale's in order to snake around Nightingale's waist to make her stay close as they walked.

"What else do they want me to tell them besides what we are looking for and what exactly those documents are....." Nightingale's voice faded as soon as she spotted a familiar figure ahead. A blessing in disguise as Chief's warm hand around her waist sent a sudden surge of thoughts through her nerves and mind. Her palm ached for Chief’s touch.

"Oh, what's Matilda doing--" Nightingale's comment was cut off as Chief quickly dragged her down another alleyway. The shadows swallowed them both and protected them from the people ahead. However, to truly be unnoticed, they had to be as close as possible in an interesting way. Chief was against the wall and she twirled Nightingale around so they would be facing the same direction before pulling her close once more. An intimate back hug.

"Shhhh. I think she's with Corso," Chief placed a warm finger on Nightingale's mouth as her eyes darted over to Matilda and what could only be assumed a crouching Corso.

Nightingale could only raise a brow as the close touch burned her nerves and made her soul beg.

Matilda was shaking her head at something the figure was doing. With a straining of their ears and slowing of their breath, Nightingale and Chief became accomplices. Their goal? To determine what Matilda and Corso were doing.

"Corso, you can't keep trying to house every stray dog and puppy you find....." Matilda sounded tired.

"Hell yeah I will! It's not like those bozos at the pound will take care of 'em!" Corso's voice was the opposite of Matilda's. Loud and abrasive yet filled with a passion that was heated with whatever righteous fury caused her to take action.

"We have our own animal sanctuary here and--" Matilda attempted to reason.

"That place is for cats," Corso hissed as she clutched whatever she was holding closer to her.

"They're working on a section that's more dog friendly," Matilda held out her hands, beckoning by barely moving her fingers.

"Tsk, can't they work on it faster," Corso conceded and handed the wiggling bundle over to Matilda.

"If you went to work with them when I first told you about the initiative, maybe they would be leagues ahead by now," Matilda opened the bundle even further and a small head popped out. A whimper escaped its shivering form and Matilda immediately gave the pup comforting strokes on its bulbous head, "Where did you find this one?"

Corso finally stood and Nightingale saw how polar opposite Corso was in comparison to Matilda. Matilda's everyday attire still seemed to belong to an office setting but a lot more nonchalant in comparison to her actual office attire. As such, Corso's attire was more.....punk. Between the spikes and cuts of the fabric, the two women in front of them were clearly two sides of a different coin.

"So that's Corso, huh?" Nightingale whispered. In an effort to stifle her voice further, Nightingale had no other choice but to press herself against Chief so her words would only be for Chief's ears. There was plenty of space in this alleyway, but the view was limited to this little sliver against the wall without risking being discovered. At least, that's their reasoning.

To keep Nightingale steady, Chief's hands easily found their home on Nightingale's waist once more and tightened just barely. Despite the action, Chief couldn't look at Nightingale, instead focusing on the duo ahead. Unbeknownst to her, Chief's small breaths tickled Nightingale's neck and she fought every urge to arch her back.

"Y-yeah. No one knows what they are," Chief muttered.

"Human, I hope," Nightingale's witty remark was more for her to get the chance to calm her nerves.

"That too," Chief continued the jest, "I mean, Matilda seems like she can work for hours without a break, you know? And Corso? Well, she's tried to fight everyone at some point."

"Fight everyone??" Even Nightingale began to question the exact relationship Matilda and Corso had.

"Luckily Ninety-Nine was able to stop her pretty early," The grimace could be heard through Chief's voice.

"How do they know each other?" Nightingale asked as she saw more of how Corso and Matilda interacted with each other. As much as it seems like Matilda wants to reprimand Corso for being reckless maybe, that fire in her eyes turned into embers the moment she saw Corso interact with the puppy. Was this Matilda being smitten?

"No one knows," Chief answered in a whisper in Nightingale's ear. Her voice lowered as she held Nightingale closer as shadows from the rooftops moved and various cars slowly passed by.

"Interesting," Nightingale muttered as she saw the duo finally continue to walk further down the street and turn off. "Has anyone ever asked them?"

"They give annoying and vague answers," Chief's voice was still only for Nightingale before she finally released Nightingale's waist and gently pushed her off, "Corso is clearly having fun with it though."

With regret, Nightingale stepped forward and turned to face Chief. The loss of warmth made the cold more obvious. A part of her wanted to steal that grey coat and wrap it around herself forever. Chief smelled surprisingly good to her sensitive nostrils.

"I'm assuming it's Matilda giving vague answers," Nightingale held out her hand.

Chief easily took her hand in kind before leading them back onto the sidewalk.

"I mean, how many times can you go 'we aren't a thing' while actively doing activities of people who are a thing, you know?" Chief waved her open hand in annoyance at the space that Corso and Matilda left behind.

"They could just be really close friends?" Nightingale chuckled at the thought. No wonder so many were invested in her and Chief's relationship. They are probably the few that actually have a label. Whatever that label is.

"But then why and how are they friends," Chief gave a questioning squint towards Nightingale. Scrutiny that quickly turned into a smile as soon as her grey eyes met Nightingale's.

"Opposites attract??" Nightingale's smile easily grew with Chief's.

"You believe that?" Chief tilted her head as she asked.

"To a certain degree," Nightingale nodded.

"A certain degree?" Chief caught the thread of curiosity.

"Yes. Realistically speaking, everyone is so different that it's only natural to be opposite in certain aspects," Nightingale voiced her reasoning.

"Certain aspects, huh? So it's good to be different from your partner?" There was a certain glint in Chief's eyes that Nightingale couldn't put a name to.

"With everything else, it's all a balancing act, no?" Nightingale poised, "If anyone was the same as their partner then that might be a bit.....boring, I guess??"

"Boring is bad?" Chief countered with a raised brow.

"Of course not. But the kind of boring that comes from, like, going around in circles," Nightingale furrowed her own brows as she searched for the words to properly convey her meaning.

"Ah, so different enough that it makes even the most mundane thing interesting?" Chief gave a squeeze.

"Isn't a partnership something where core values are shared? I mean, if the core values aren't shared then what's the point of the relationship?" Nightingale asked. Not noticing the look of regret on Chief's face that flashed for a moment.

"Core values are shared and everything else can be different?" Chief continued the thread of thought without much of a glance.

"Shared core values are a must and shared hobbies are a plus," Nightingale shrugged. Her words and reasoning were beginning to fray as the late hour approached.

"Well, we have completely different hobbies. I wouldn't have expected you to be such a marksman though," Chief's chuckle sounded faraway.

Nightingale glanced at the grey woman to her side and saw that same look from the rooftop. What caused it this time? Was it something she said specifically or was it the topic at hand?

"There's something.....calm about it," Nightingale looked away.

"Something calm about recoil??" Chief's grin seemed to be more present.

"Just......the focus it requires. In order to strike true you need to be calm and steady," Nightingale was methodical in her word choice, "Any little thing from a deeper breath than usual to a small twitch could easily make you go off kilter. Just moving your finger a bit further from its usual spot on the trigger to the positioning of your cheek on the stock could make everything go askew."

"I see...." Chief's smile was finally present, "You say I'm fascinating but, honestly, you really are an interesting and fascinating woman, Nightingale. I can see why others are interested in you too."

"Thank you?" Nightingale blinked at the sudden compliment before the rest of the statement caught up to her, "Wait, what??"

They stopped at the end of the stairs of the apartment complex once more. Both of them looked above to see if there were any open windows. They looked to either side of them to see if there were any lingering shadows.

Alas, they were alone.

"Did you enjoy yourself, Nightingale?" Chief asked with another undiscernible look on her.

"Of course. Did you?" Nightingale squeezed Chief's hand to bring her to the present. Where it was only them against the world.

Chief's eyes finally focused on her.

"It was lovely," Chief's smile was earnest and it warmed Nightingale's heart, "Although, I just hope you don't think I'm too boring."

"How could I?" Nightingale frowned at the thought.

"In comparison, you've done a lot more adventures than I have," Chief raised her other hand as soon as she saw Nightingale open her mouth to oppose, "You can't say anything. By comparison, you've gone out of your way in your adventures. My adventures found me."

"That doesn't---"

"Besides the range, who goes kayaking on rough rivers, and goes on a solo hunting trip, and," Chief raised a finger for emphasis, "Does MMA out of curiosity and proceed to beat an entire gym??"

"Ok, one--" Nightingale wanted to explain further but Chief cut her off early.

"Nightingale, don't sell yourself short. You're an amazing woman who can do anything she sets her mind to," Chief held Nightingale's hands in a delicate clasp. Raising them to her chest as if in prayer.

"Pot calling the kettle black," Nightingale made the remark offhandidly, "You make it seem like you're boring in comparison."

"I mean--" Chief started but this time Nightingale cut her off early.

"Chief, you've single handedly brought economic prosperity and development to not only a single city block, but an entire section of the city as well as out in the county," Nightingale pulled their hands closer to her chest, "If you think yourself too boring then why the dates?"

Chief blinked for a moment before shaking her head.

"A-ah, right. I'm sorry," Chief couldn't meet Nightingale's gaze, "Got lost in a different time."

"Chief.....Is that common for you?" Nightingale questioned. Her worry at the sudden shift in Chief's demeanor squeezed her heart. Was there anything she could do to help ease that burden on Chief's mind?

Chief tried to pull her hands away but Nightingale wouldn't let go.

"I'm sorry, Nightingale. You deserve better. You deserve me at least to be present fully," Chief started.

"I don't know what happened to you before...."

Chief averted her gaze further as Nightingale spoke.

"....But, do you really want these dates, Chief?" Nightingale's worry oozed into her tone. Something unspoken finally reached the surface of her consciousness. The purpose of these dates. Was it to get back into the rhythm of the dating scene? Did she truly have a place in Chief’s heart? Was that really why everyone around them has been so interested in their budding relationship? Is that why Rahu warned her?

Was all of this just a simple rebound?

Chief's eyes darted back to Nightingale's at the implication. Those teal eyes shimmered with a worry that pulled at her heart. Nightingale's face was full of concern that Chief quickly gave the truth from her soul.

"Of course I do. I want these dates to get to know you better."

"To what end?" The question was asked so softly but Chief felt the underlying meaning.

"To whatever ending happens naturally," Chief gave a small squeeze.

"And if that ending is less than ideal?" Nightingale needed to ask. Here was the chance to voice her deepest fears and to see what Chief's true intent was.

"I would rather it be done naturally than to force something that isn't there," Chief's words echoed a sentiment from before, "I....I know it's weird. Honestly, I'm surprised you even agreed to the three dates."

Chief turned sheepish.

"But it was the most straightforward way to get to know you and.....see where it goes?" Chief's shy smile sent Nightingale's heart fluttering to the great beyond, "I know I have my issues.....But I promise to not bring it into.....this....as much as I can."

Chief brought their hands closer to the middle.

"That is....if you still want to continue?"

The question was so soft, so tender, so delicate, that Nightingale wanted to bring Chief into a hug. These dates were for her just as it was for Chief. A journey into the unknown together as they figure out what they want out of life as time keeps marching forward. An adventure that's better together than separate.

"I would love that," Nightingale gave into feelings as she spoke. Logic was becoming constraining as it choked her ability to see what the future holds, "I also want to know where......this.....goes."

"I like you, Nightingale," The obvious confession was quiet.

"I like you too, Chief," The obvious confession was serene.

The moment called for an action of some sort, but Nightingale seemed hesitant to follow such a rule. With a small smile, Chief lifted Nightingale's hands to place a kiss on the soft skin. A promise to their unspoken worries and overthinking minds.

"Have a good night, Nightingale," Chief muttered as she looked up at Nightingale. Gaze warm with a wild beast being tamed.

"Goodnight, Chief," Nightingale's jaw inadvertently clenched at the sight. An unknown ember growing warm from somewhere in the depths of her unconscious desires.

"Let me know if we caused Faye to lose any other bets," Chief's smirk sent a shiver down Nightingale's nerves all the way to the growing ember as it spread to her palms.

"I'll let you know tomorrow morning."

"You promise?" The question was supposed to be a tease but the tone was uncertain.

"I rather it be me telling you than anyone else," Nightingale couldn't help but huff. The mere thought that someone else was taking Chief's attention away from her bothered her.

The wind picked up and with it Chief's hand raised to cup Nightingale's chin and forced her to look into her eyes. The loose strands of hair swirled around them as Chief's stare bore into her soul. Grey eyes went from Nightingale’s eyes, to her mouth, back to her eyes once again.

"Thank you, Nightingale," Chief's voice was low. A tendril of a demanding desire teased at the edges of her tone, "It would be better to wake up with a message from you."

"Oh? Like a morning call?" Nightingale's smile was coy.

"If there was a choice, a good morning call would be a better way to start the day," Chief's thumb grazed Nightingale's bottom lip, "Your voice is very calming."

".....Chief...." Nightingale’s own voice was barely above a whisper.

Both of them started to lean towards the other. Drawn by a thread of desire and comfort of a growing ember that consumed them. The heat from the other demanded more kindling with more contact. The thread grew as it swirled around them and tightened. A thread that was only broken by the sound of a dog barking and whining.

"A-ah, should let you get some sleep, huh?" Chief backed away lazily. Her eyes looked towards the sound with a tired sigh before a reluctant smile broke though.

"It's probably necessary," Nightingale felt the heat on her face.

"Call me tomorrow??" Chief backed away after giving one last kiss on Nightingale's hand.

"I'll call you first thing in the morning," Nightingale's affectionate smile caused Chief's breath to hitch.

"A Nightingale morning call, huh? Another hobby?" Chief smirked as she saw Nightingale go up the stairs. Stuffing her hands in her coat pocket before they could lead her down another path of temptation.

"A hobby only for you," The answer was carried away with the wind.

"Goodnight, Nightingale," Chief gave a small wave as she finally retreated.

"Goodnight, Chief," Nightingale waved back as she finally entered the apartment complex.

The twinkle of the still remaining stars above were the only witnesses that night.