"Great! I'm glad to hear it." She smiled, taking a moment to figure out what he was apologizing for. Was it for the hot chocolate? Lunch? Oh! Her cheeks gained a little color as well and she laughed softly. "Oh, no it was fine! I'm glad you were able to get comfortable." She ran a hand through her dark brown hair and finished eating. "It was...nice." She admitted with a shy smile. Freya was glad that he was feeling better, and took their plates away once he had finished, washing them and putting them up to dry. Coming back, she was drying her hands off on a paper towel and smiled. "I've got the leftover soup still on the stove for you." Her phone chimed, and she looked at it, surprised. "It's really that late already? It doesn't feel like that much time passed..." She frowned. "I have to head back over to my apartment to get some sleep for tomorrow, but please, call me if you need something, alright?" She asked, and moved back to the kitchen to prepare another bowl and covering it with a lid so it would stay warm, and put it next to the bed. "Just in case." She grinned.

Turning to head out, she waved. "I'll see you later, James. I hope you feel better." Freya came back towards him, and after putting her shoes back on, she leaned down and kissed his forehead before excusing herself quickly. The sound of the door closing left James in the silence, save for another movie that was on in the background. Coming back to her house, she had fallen asleep on her couch, not realizing how much she had been moving around for the day until she stayed still. That's how these things went sometimes, though. She had a study session planned tomorrow with Dianne, and didn't want to risk being late. Groaning as she woke up, she rubbed her eyes, expecting to greet Annie in the kitchen again so she could return her key that she had 'left behind' for her. Standing, she stretched, and called out for her friend. "Annie, you in here?" She asked, yawning. Maybe she was in the bathroom?

It was nice. She had said, the midnight blue haired boy’s gaze shot up from his hands that he had been staring at in embarrassment and stared at her with wide surprised eyes. She thought it was nice that they were lying in bed together. When she prepared to leave he just sat there in surprise. Did she enjoy her time with him even when he was sick? His face crunched in thought as she left his apartment. His large hand went up and gently touched the area on his forehead where she had kissed him good bye.

Annie didn’t show up for work… not because she didn’t want to, but because she was requested not to. When Freya woke up, she would find a note on the table with Annie’s spare key.

Freya,

Excuse me if this is overstepping my bounds but seeing as I am feeling better and you have today off I would like to ask you out on a date. Breakfast is waiting for you in the refrigerator in the small basket.

If this is overstepping our relationship as butler and mistress I completely understand but… I’d like to take this free day to take you out, not as a butler but as a man.

If you are not comfortable with this please just text me ‘no’, if you wish me removed from my position please tell me I’m fired but… if you want to, please text me the time I can pick you up.

Sincerely,
James

Walking about the apartment, she found it rather odd that Annie wasn't answering her. At first, the was peeping around corners, expecting the young woman to be planning to scare her, like she sometimes did. However, her search turned fruitless, and she made her way back to the kitchen, just now spotting the note on the table. Maybe it was from her? Picking it up, she looked rather surprised to recognize the handwriting as not Annie's, but it was James'. Her warm brown eyes scanned over the contents of the note, thinking it was him checking in with her at first, and gave pause, some color gaining on the young woman's cheeks before having to re-read the note in front of her a few times before it finally clicked. He was asking her out! On a date?! She put the note back on the table, running a flustered hand through her dark locks before pulling her phone out of her pocket. What time was it? It was only eight o'clock. She could have her morning study session with Dianne and still have plans with James. Taking a moment to breathe, she pulled up his contact information.

'Hey James, thank you for breakfast! I'd love to go out with you! :) Is 6pm okay? Do I need to wear something specific? I don't know what time is too early. I have a morning study session, but I'm free today after that. Maybe 1pm is better? We should only be studying for a few hours.'

She hit send, and moved to the fridge, pulling out the basket of breakfast that James had prepared for her. Grinning, she enjoyed the fruit on her senses, and didn't really change much out of her pajamas, convinced that Dianne was going to study in her pajamas as well. No need to get dressed up for studying. At least, in Freya's mind anyway. Within the hour, Dianne was over, books in hand with study materials as the girls began quizzing each other for their test that would take place tomorrow. Hours passed, and the two parted ways, feeling more confident in their abilities to ace the test tomorrow. Waving goodbye to Dianne, Freya shut the door behind her, and checked her phone again for James' response, having felt it vibrate during their study session, but didn't think it appropriate to be texting while they were studying.

James was literally pacing back and forth in his apartment waiting for her reply. He had been up for hours since he prepared her meal and left her the note. When was she going to get up? When was she going to read it? Would he get a text message saying he was fired? Would she tell him no? If… if she enjoyed cuddling with him on more than one occasion would she really turn him down now? This was the ‘right way’ to do what they were kinda, sort of already doing.

His hands were sweaty, his mouth was dry and he was sure he was breaking into a cold sweat as he was waiting for the reply. What if she said no? WHAT IF SHE SAID YES?! His phone buzzed, finally buzzed and he spring-boarded over his couch and to his phone on the coffee table. She said yes! She said yes!! He bit his bottom lip in nervousness okay, 6pm didn’t sound bad.

I’ll pick you up at 6pm. Wear something comfortable but bring a jacket. I look forward to it :)

With that he sent the text and went about his day, on the off chance they ended up back at his apartment for movies or something he wanted to make sure the place looked good; then again he never really had it a mess anyway but he prepared blankets, pillows and a comfortable atmosphere in his simple living room. He had a few hours to figure out something to wear.

After a few hours with his sister, the last person he wanted to go shopping with; he came up with an outfit for his evening with her. Annie pushed and pushed for information and James thought that there was no reason to hide it from her. When asked where they were going, however, he did not share that information with her. He’d rather that remain a secret.

At 6pm on the nose, he knocked on the door in his outfit of choice thanks to his sister.

Alright. They were going with 6pm. She had plenty of time to get ready and relax her nerves before he would show up. As she laid on her bed and stared at the ceiling, Freya couldn't help wondering how this interaction was going to be different than the other times they had gone out on the weekends. Maybe it was because in those instances, he said he wouldn't neglect his duties to her...So, would she be coming to interact with someone completely different? She couldn't help but think if he really was feeling better. Though, he wasn't one to let much stop him from getting back to work. Shaking her head, she cleared her mind of it, determined to even herself out before her date.

After a few hours of preparing, and fussing with her hair and make up, she finally had settled on an outfit to wearfor the evening. Picking up a pea-coat she had laying near the doorway on the hook, she heard the doorbell chime, signaling that James had arrived. Passing a quick glance at the clock she couldn't help but giggle to herself. Six o'clock sharp. Opening the door, she looked at him and smiled shyly, moving to step outside of her apartment and close the door, locking it behind. "Evening, James." She gently moved her hand to take his own in hers as they moved downstairs. Once they had gotten inside the car, she placed her coat on her lap before buckling up. Glancing to him, she smiled. "So, where are we headed to this evening?" She asked, curious if she could get anything out of him before they actually arrived to their destination.

His breath caught in his throat when he saw her as she opened the door. She looked beautiful and really pulled out some stops for their date. Yes, an honest and real date. H he had a small fear that she would say no to his invitation but… something deep down inside of him said that the worry was unnecessary. Her shy smile was adorable and his heart throbbed in his chest as she slid her hand into his as if it was natural and normal. Lacing his fingers in with hers, he gave her hand a small squeeze and continued to the car.

As normal as could be, he opened the passenger’s door for her and let her in. Soon he was in the driver’s seat buckled and pulling out of the parking spot. When she asked where they were heading he gave a grin. “The first place I ever found a passion for cooking. I want to the experience I had with you.” He said with a nod. Reaching over, he gently took her hand in his. Something about that simple notation was enjoyable and comfortable.

He pulled into a little hole in the wall location with just a door and a sign reading Yan’s Teppanyaki restaurant. Getting out of the car, he offered her his hand before leading her inside and locking the car behind them. The restaurant was small and comfortable with a few employees and a couple sets of customers. He led her to a table with a large grill in front of it. After pulling out her chair and sitting her down he sat next to her.

“Mister Noble!” The older man in a red chief hat approached the grill. “Haven’t seen you in years. You sure have grown. Who is this?”

“Mister Yan, this is Miss Freya Von Ryker, she is my date this evening. You inspired me to cook and I want to share this with her. Please.”

“I see I see, say no more.” He gave Freya a polite bow, “It’s a pleasure. And I hadn’t realized my own cooking and presentation had influenced the young man. I trust he is not a problem for you?” The man asked in a teasing fashion as he picked up two large knives and began to rub them against one another. “What kind food would you two like?”

“I’ll take whatever you want to make.” Turning his midnight blue gaze he gave her a bright smile. “And what would you like?”

“Oh?” Freya’s eyes twinkled with curiosity. She was touched that he would want to make their first evening out something that was so special to him. Her mind couldn’t help wondering what kind of place would inspire someone like James to pursue cooking. She was pulled from her thoughts and ideas when she felt James’ fingers lace with hers, causing her cheeks to redden. Looking out the window, she watched the multiple buildings pass before they got to a small community of shops. Their age and how long they had been there were evidence by signage and the rather homey feel of the air when she stepped outside, gladly taking James’ hand again. Her eyes found the sign of the place they were going into, and she looked rather interested. She hadn’t heard of Teppanyaki before.

Entering in, her senses were filled with the smell of cooking food and comfortable laughter from the patrons already inside enjoying themselves. Following behind him as she took her seat, they were soon greeted by an older man in a bright red hat and matching trimmed chefs coat. Watching the two exchange, she waved towards the older man with a smile. “Good Evening, Mr. Yan.” As Mr. Yan turned his attention towards her she only giggled. “Only sometimes.” She teased. Looking to James, she brushed some hair out of her face.

“Well….This is my first time trying this type of cooking, so I will also leave it to Mr. Yan as for what to serve. I’m looking forward to tasting everything!”

“Sure thing!” The old man said with a chuckle in his voice as he began to work the knives together.

The show played on in front of them and soon the two were laughing and enjoying the show as many of the other patrons. During the show, James’s hand reached over and took Freya’s once again. He had been so nervous that she would say no that her being here with him really meant a lot. He could feel himself relax and be able to be himself around her. Which was a new experience considering how long he’s worked for the family and always been the ‘butler’. Did he ever think he would be able to be himself with the family he worked for? No. Did he ever think he’d be going to school for his passion while taking care of the daughter of the family he worked for? Nope. Did he ever think he would get the chance to go on a date with the woman of his dreams and be himself? No way! But here they were.

Soon their food was finished and Mister Yan bowed his good bye and left the two to eat. Taking up his plate he unfolded his napkin and placed it on his lap. Despite his casual domineer when he was with her, his manners never changed. “The passion and enjoyment that Mister Yan has for his craft was inspiring for me and I have always want to have that passion in my life. So I gave cooking a try and one day Mister Yan let me go behind the grill and it has been something I have loved ever since. I… I am glad I got to share this with you…” He said, his voice filled with some shyness as his cheeks turned a small shade of pink. It was still a new concept for him to be so open with someone. But if it was going to be with anyone, he’d rather it be with her.

Wow.

Seriously, this was an entirely different eating experience for Freya entirely. The fair food was one thing, but this? This was fantastic! Mr. Yan clearly enjoyed himself, and made her feel just as welcome as those who frequented his restaurant many times over and would continue to do so. Her eyes were bright with amazement as he effortlessly cooked, simply enjoying the flourishes he did with seasoning and mixing the ingredients. She applauded, really taken with how their meal was being prepared, her smile hardly ever leaving her face. The constant metal hitting had been a little loud at first, but she quickly got used to it, the noise easing out as simply part of the atmosphere with people laughing along with others enjoying their own meals. Feeling James' hand take hers, she was so entranced by Mr. Yan's cooking that she jumped slightly, giving him an apologetic smile after. "S-Sorry. I didn't mean to jump. This really is something else, James!"

She was so glad that he had brought her here. It might have been a bit far fetched, but without James, she was sure that this is one experience she would not have gotten to be a part of otherwise. Clearly, Mr. Yan was a man excellent and comfortable in his craft, getting their dishes out to them in what seemed like mere minutes! Flashing the chef an appreciative smile, she gladly took her plate, looking upon the fried rice and meat he had cooked. Looking at James' table manners, she couldn't help giggling slightly. No matter where they were or what they were doing, those were simply ingrained into his being, weren't they? Grabbing her own napkin, she laid it across her lap as well and began eating. It wasn't until they were finishing their meals, that he spoke again. Clearly the sign of a good meal.

Freya nodded, unable to disagree with James' description of Mr. Yan. "He really is something else, James. I'm so glad to see that twinkle in his eyes. I'm glad that he was able to inspire you." She reached over the table and laid her hand on top of his own, gently squeezing. "I would have never gotten to meet you otherwise. I appreciate you bringing me here. I know it's special for you." Her own embarrassment wasn't thrown to the wind, as her own cheeks gained color. Once they had finished, however, the young woman waved goodbye to Mr. Yan, thanking him for the meal and experience. Taking his hand in hers as they left back to the outside world, it was rather surprising how quiet the evening air was compared to the overwhelming warmth of the restaurant they had just left. Not wanting the evening out to be over just yet, as they walked back to the car and she pulled her seat belt over herself, she smiled to James.

"I know it might be a little selfish, since you said you were taking me out...But I don't want this to be over just yet. Did you have other plans for us? If...If it's alright, I would love to go to a park and stargaze with you."

As stumbling young couple, it was no surprise that they received looks from the other patrons of ‘aw’ and ‘look at them, they’re so cute.’ James’ face went from soft pink to bright pink but he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She was so kind, and always had been, since he and Annie showed up at her house. There was always something… special about her, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on that was important and yet, she continued to prove herself more and more amazing. A gentle sigh left him as he returned the gentle squeeze to her.

Upon climbing into the car and hearing her request he gave her a bright smile before turning on the car. “I’m glad I’m not the only one who wanted to be selfish.” He responded softly as he turned on the car and pulled out of the parking lot. “I have a few blankets in the trunk. And I know where we could go.”

It was about a four minute drive with a steep incline up a hill before he pulled the car to a park. “However, it’s not a park, I’d rather take you somewhere a bit more special. Annie and I discovered this place before Adrian found us.” He explained in a soft manner, not really desiring to go into detail that they were living in the location he had taken her to prior to his employment. But it was the most beautiful location he could think to take her.

Climbing out of the car he opened her door and helped her out before retrieving the blankets. “Come.” He said softly as he took her hand and guided her along a path. Soon they arrived at the clearing of the hill showing the open sky. Letting go of her hand, he laid out one of the blankets and folded the other one at their feet before helping her sit down. The stars danced around them where they were in the opening showing nothing but their beauty for miles. The area was secluded and no houses were to be seen except off in the far distance.

James through himself back on the blanket for a moment and stared up at the stairs in remembrance. It had been a long time since he was out at this area but, the situation had changed. He and Annie were out here in a time of trouble, and now he was out during a time of enjoyment. A claim, relaxed smile was in place of his more serious expression as he finally relaxed he was in a much better situation than he was before.

After a good ten minutes of enjoyable silence and company he rolled over, his forearm resting beside her; unintentionally pinning her into place as he gaze down at her. His eyes were soft, tender and kind while that relieved smile played across his fine lips. “Freya…” He said in a whisper so that the world could not hear. “Can… can I kiss you?”

Freya couldn't help feeling a bit nervous if not foolish for making a request to spend more time with James. While she was almost positive that he would not object to being with her longer, it was still out of nowhere for her to ask him to divert from plans if he had already made some. Seeing that bright smile that James was known for, she relaxed. So, it was a mutual wanting then? She couldn't help giggling towards him as he teased her, and at the mention of blankets, she looked a bit surprised. "Oh? If I didn't know any better I would say you were going to take me stargazing anyway." She was glad that they seemed to be on the same page. The evening was going so well, why end it prematurely? They arrived quicker than she thought they were, but she had not seen any signs that they were in a park like swing-sets, or even benches.

She thought about asking about how he and Annie discovered it, but decided it wasn't a topic to really bring up. They parked and James was already at her door by the time she had gotten her seatbelt undone and smiled towards him, gladly placing her hand into his own, lacing her delicate fingers between his large ones. The night air was cool, and relaxing as they made their way towards James' intended destination. After the brush disappeared, it gave way to the sky, littered with countless amounts of stars that would otherwise be invisible in the city from all the other competing lights. Freya gasped, awe-struck. "James, this is beautiful!" She whispered, moving forward as James laid out the blanket. Taking a few moments to let the evening air blow through her hair and fill her nose, she sighed in content. It really was something else. So much life and so much serenity just within moments of each other. She couldn't simply stand forever, though. Sitting beside James, she laid back, looking up at the stars. "Nothing really beats this view."

The way they could lay in comfortable silence between them was something Freya enjoyed. Not many could be right next to each other and not say anything before going mad. Being next to James was so relaxing, she was sure if they pulled the blanket ovre them she would have no issues going to sleep. Seeing James move over, blocking her view of the sky, she couldn't help returning his smile. "Yes?" She tilted her head slightly, curious. Her cheeks flushed bright pink and her eyes widened at the question. "Y-You...You want to...k-kiss me?" It wasn't like she had never thought about James in that fashion. She had definitely done so, and who could blame her? It was no secret that James was charming..Her eyes moved to gaze at his lips, curled up into a smile. Realizing that he did kind of have her pinned, her cheeks burned deeper. Had she been silent too long? Moving her hand to gently run her thumb across James' lower lip, she felt herself become embarrassed, a bit surprised at how soft they actually were against her skin. "D-Do you...feel as if that might be crossing a line that you might not be able to return back over?"

She knew James had expressed interest in wanting to pursue something with her romantically, but was also aware of his position. Maybe she was getting ahead of herself? A kiss didn't...mean that they were...dating, right? The evening had been wonderful so far, but even as she was asking James to be sure, she moved her hand to cup the side of his cheek, her eyes scanning his face, searching for something. There didn't seem to be an inkling of doubt in his eyes as he asked her permission. Nodding, she leaned up slightly. "Y-Yes, if...if you're alright with it." As he moved in closer to her face, and she could feel his breath on her skin, she closed her eyes, leaning up to press her lips against his. As they made contact, she felt her whole body heat up, and her arm propped herself up, her free hand moving from his cheek to gently grip the fabric of the shoulder of his shirt. His kiss was so soft and gentle, as if he was scared to break her, or step too far. It seemed to be over before she realized. Pulling back, she took a moment, before looking up into his blue eyes. It was so pleasant..She wanted to experience it another time. "C...Can we do that again?" She whispered, feeling shy.

James had spent the entire dinner thinking about this very situation. He would have to be able to separate his work life from his personal life. Could he really consider himself her ‘boyfriend’ while he was being her butler? Would he be her boyfriend after a single kiss? Well… it’s something he didn’t share lightly but would she want to continue to share this with him? Where does this place them? Would he officially ask her to be his girlfriend? Would they be able to find a middle ground? How would she want it? Or should he wait and make sure it’s something she would want… this could, could be asking a lot from someone.

However, her gentle hand against his skin and her finger running along his fine lips made him shiver. He was already nervous enough as is and here she was just touching away leaving him in silence. His body shivered a bit at her gentle touch and he began to shake slightly in nervousness. Was the long pause a no?? Then why would she be touching him like this? She wasn’t answering him… internally he began to panic. Did he ask for something too soon? Did she think he was weird? Did she not have a good time? Was he misreading her actions towards him and he really was just a friend to her?

Then she answered. She finally answered, her voice breaking the silence that was tensing him for so long. A gentle smile spread across his face and he leaned down slowly, gently pressing his lips against hers.

Time froze around them and it was just a gentle kiss that felt more electrifying and intoxicating than anything he had ever experience. The kiss didn’t last very long because he didn’t want to be greedy so he pulled back letting out a small happy sigh and couldn’t fight the smile that had spread across his lips showing his straight white teeth. His deep dark blue eyes looked soft down at her. However, her reaction was unexpected and that surprise was easily read on his face with his wide eyes. His body shifted slightly with a nervous twitch though he couldn’t get the smile off of his face. “As you wish.” He responded softly as he leaned down.

His kiss was feather-light, a gentle tender kiss as if he was handling something important to him that he wouldn’t ever want to hurt. His body shifted, leaning against one of his forearms and while the other one gently held onto her cheek. He was holding something very precious to him and he kept all of his actions gentle and soft. She was delicate and he had no intention on chasing her off with too much affection and aggressiveness. But he left some space in between them in case she wanted to pull back but as of now, he was just enjoying the feeling of her tender soft lips against his. Something he had wanted for… for, a very long time.

Freya immediately regretted opening her mouth to ask for another kiss from James, seeing the utter surprise that he didn't even tried to hide cross his features. Ah, she should have been content with just the first one that he had given her, but it was her first and something that she had not yet experienced before. Did James know that? Did he know that he had been the one to take that from her? She had willingly given it to him, of course...But, still. Maybe he himself didn't enjoy it, but his reaction proved different from that train of thought. He was smiling wide and it didn't seem to leave his face as he obliged to her request. Had she expected him to decline? She wasn't sure, but he wouldn't go in to kiss her again if he didn't want to, right?

His lips pressing against hers again, she sighed in content, her cheeks burning. Again, it was gentle and careful, something she didn't mind in the slightest. This was all so new to her...She pulled back, smiling up at him. "Thank you, James. For tonight. I'm having a wonderful time so far..." It was the truth, from dinner to stargazing, to even sharing a few kisses with him, tonight was truly something special. Something she was sure she wouldn't have wanted to spend with anyone else. She released his shirt from in-between her fingers, and tucked some hair behind her ear. She really couldn't think of anything that might make the evening better. Well, maybe one thing.

She adjusted herself to have James laying beside her instead of over her, and tugging up the blanket, she shivered slightly. Scooting over, she laid her head against his chest. His body practically radiated the warmth and kindness he provided towards her. She simply laid with him for a while, letting that comfortable silence fall again, although the air felt a bit different to her than it had before they had exchanged a kiss. Was it just her feeling that? A simple kiss shouldn't change their entire dynamic...

"James...?" She finally spoke, breaking the silence. "Would you be against getting inside and maybe ending the evening by cuddling with some hot chocolate? Like before?" She asked, playing gently with the fabric of his shirt. Even if he declined to cuddling, she had a feeling he wouldn't turn down hot chocolate. It was one of the few things she could count on from James.

The wind blew by again, causing her to shrink into James, trying to prevent the wind from taking any further warmth from her. "Maybe we should go to the car?"

James now had a lot he had to consider as he held her close under the blankets. This would change their relationship to some degree but as he held her in his arms, he realized he was okay with that. Unlike a lot of other situations, he was okay with dealing with the outcome of his actions this evening. And in any sense, he made sure it was consistently okay with her. He didn’t feel like he stepped over any bounds and didn’t put her in any uncomfortable positions and… well he was happy. Happier than he had been in a long time.

Her question stirred him from his thoughts and he adjusted his head to look down at her. She looked so peaceful, so relaxed that he couldn’t help but smile. “Of course, that sounds wonderful.” Moving gently as if she was something delicate, he offered her a hand and helped her to her feet. Picking up the blankets with more of a practice hand that he would care to admit, he folded them and the two went back to the car hand and hand.

Once inside he turned on the engine and activated the heated seats. Reaching over, he gently took her hand and laced his fingers in with hers. Maybe he was being a bit forward with his desire to hold her hand but would it really be wrong of him? Could you honestly blame the guy? A soft melody filled the car as they drove back to the apartment complex.

Soon they were inside of his apartment, his television was turned onto Netflix with Disney’s Shrek playing on the screen while they sat comfortably on his couch drinking hot chocolate. “Did… did you have a good time tonight?” He asked shyly speaking more into his hot chocolate mug than to her.

It was always such a pleasure to see James being himself. Freya couldn't help but smile back towards him when he did, her smile growing as he accepted her offer. She wasn't sure exactly yet what he had said yes to, but it wouldn't be too long before she would find out. Besides, she didn't want to press the request and have him become uncomfortable. Taking the hand he offered, she pulled herself up and straightened her clothes out. Turning to help him gather the sheets, she giggled as he was already on top of it. Even though they were out having a wonderful evening together, old habits were indeed hard to break.

Slipping her hand into his as they made their way back towards the car, she slid inside, thankful for the seat warmers in the car on her legs and back. Leaning back, she waited for James to get inside before they held hands on the drive back towards the university dorms. The ride back felt shorter than the ride to get to their destinations, but it always seemed to be the case with car rides to places you haven't yet been before. She was glad for the music, but it made her a little tired since she was getting warmed up. Giving a small yawn as they parked, she got out of the car with James' assistance and headed up the stairs towards their floor.

Their evening hot chocolate was so good! Spending time with James always feels nice. Sitting down next to James after she took off her shoes, she smiled towards him. Freya sat a little bit away from him, afraid she might be crowding a little. She already knew he would agree to drinking hot chocolate - it was always a great way to wind down in the evening. Holding her mug, she nodded, finding James' sudden shyness adorable. "Of course I had a good time, silly. Would I have asked to spend more time with you if I didn't?" She teased, sticking her tongue out towards him. Though, she herself found her shyness creeping up on her. "Did...you have fun tonight? I know we just...y-you know. But, still!" Her eyes didn't really make contact with him, and as she shivered at the slight breeze running through the apartment, she stood up and turned his thermostat up just a few degrees. Returning to her seat, she wasn't really hearing the movie going on in the background. "James?" She began, lightly drumming her fingers against the cup.

"Have you...done that before? The...kissing thing?"

Moments later, the doorbell rung out through James' apartment, causing Freya to jump slightly. Had he been expecting someone and not told her? He wouldn't...do that. Maybe it was just Annie coming by to check up on them. But it was a late hour...

When James did answer the door, the dark haired woman with blonde bangs from James' culinary class that greeted him in the store a few weeks ago stood there, leaning against the door and looking more than a little unstable. "James~! Baby!" She shrilled, throwing herself forward around the man's neck. "You've been ignoring me~ Let me come in, we can talk for a lil, yeah?" Giggling, her face was a bit pink, and her breath smelled faintly as if she had been drinking, but like she had tried to cover it up with breath mints or something. "Let's talk recipes, I think I've got one that will make you just fall in love~"

When she said she had a good time, a smile moved across his face as he stared down into his hot chocolate. Why would she ask to spend more time with him if she wasn’t having a good time? “Pity,” He responded as he brought his drink up to his lips speaking into his cup. “Pity for a smitten fool.” His ears perked when he heard her question and his blue gaze turned to her when she asked if he had fun. A small smile curled his fine lips as he nodded. “Of course I did, would I have agreed to bring you back here if I didn’t?” His voice sounding just as teasing as she had towards him.

That was until she asked a question he wasn’t expecting. His cheeks and ears turned red with embarrassment as he stared down in his half empty cup. His fingers played a gentle tapping tune against the ceramic; what did girls expect from a situation like this? Was a guy supposed to be experienced? He couldn’t just flat out lie to her. But would she find it awkward that he… well he didn’t have experience. “N…” He began to speak before the ringing bell echoed through his home.

As she jumped his head jerked towards the door, surprise visible on his face as he gently set his cup down. “Pardon me.” He said in a gentle manner as he stepped passed her and to the hallway before opening the door.

There nearly tumbled in his classmate, “Ruby.” He said in surprise as she nearly fell on him.

A laugh left the tipsy young dark haired girl with blonde bangs, “Oh James~! You always call me the cccuuutiest names~!” Rebecca said correcting him in a much kinder manner. “But you can call me Becky or whatever you’d like.”

“Rebecca,” He said as he attempted to step back from her; an action which she took to mean she could enter the house. Stopping her he stuck his arms out, placing a hand on each wall of the small hallway, stopping her from entering any further. “What are you doing here and so late?”

A small giggle followed by a hiccup left her before she settled herself down and waved a hand. “Besides the fact that I wanted to see you… we need to discuss our project for Mid-Terms.”

His stomach turned at the thought, Mid-Terms were coming up and this girl was his partner. Requiring them to come up with a personalized recipe and meal based on the region they were assigned. “Oh...” James said, his attention going to the floor as he pressed his eyebrows together. “Look…” With that he dropped his hands from the wall and pulled a small notepad and pen from the end table next to the door. “I’m really busy right now but we do need to plan this according to our schedules. Here’s my phone number; text me tomorrow when you’re sober and I’m not busy and we’ll schedule a time to meet up and discuss the meal.” With that he shoved her out the door with his phone number on a piece of paper and slammed it shut. There didn’t seem to be any retaliation on the other side of the door which made him let out a sigh of relief.

Turning back, he returned to the living room and fell back onto the couch looking slightly exhausted; his hand went to his forehead as he rubbed his temples. “I’m sorry…” He spoke softly his cheeks red with embarrassment. “That was my mid-terms partner. I didn’t realize how close it was to mid-terms.” Slowly pulling his hand away from his face he let out a sigh and turned his gaze to her. “Admittedly, this is the first date I’ve ever taken someone on. Did… did I do okay?”

Freya blinked, hearing the loud voice in the apartment. "Uhm...?" It wasn't an expected guest, whoever it was since James looked just as surprised as she did that he had a visitor so late. Maybe it was a misunderstanding? They knew who was in the apartment. Maybe it was a classmate? The exchange didn't seem to take long, as she heard the door close and soon enough James came back into view, surprising her as he fell onto the couch, causing her to giggle. Placing the cup of half-full hot chocolate, she gently ran her fingers through his dark blue hair. "It's alright, James. I could tell you were surprised." She smiled. "Mid-terms?" She asked, curiously. Indeed James had not told her himself that he was taking classes. She knew through Annie of course, but had to mess with him a little.

"Oh, was it really? I wouldn't have known unless you told me. It was great, James. I would say it went rather well don't you?" She pulled her hand back from his hair and looked at him, tilting her head. "So, James? You're taking classes, too? You never told me!" She grinned. The visit must have had him out of sorts for him to let that slip so easily. She wasn't mad or anything, she just couldn't pass up the opportunity to tease James a bit. "I thought you were honest with me, James? Why didn't you tell me?" She stuck her tongue out towards him.

When she began to play with his hair, he felt himself lean into it. Enjoying the gentle touch of her and finding the feeling of her fingers to be something comforting and relaxing. A soft sign left him as he enjoyed the feeling before she pulled back from his hair and his eyes flickered open. His mouth dropped into a pout. Why did she stop? It felt nice and she said she had a good date. Was she actually not happy with it…

His questioning stopped when she stated that he never told her that he was also taking classes. His fine lips dropped into a frown and his fingers began to play with each other as he became visibly nervous. When she questioned why he didn’t tell her and called him out on being honest with her he let out a gentle sigh feeling nervous about looking at her but, well he didn’t want to keep anything from her.

“Your… your father is giving me the opportunity to attend college while I perform my duties as your butler. MY schedule is based around yours so it wouldn’t inconvenience either one of us. And I didn’t tell you because…” he took a deep breath, be honest with me running through his mind, “You are such a caring person that if you knew I was both performing my duties as your butler and the rest of my spare time to attend college you would go into panic mode and assume I never sleep or eat. Than you would start to panic, start trying to do stuff for yourself and for me in hopes of making my job easier, then you’d either injure yourself or get sick and end up consequently giving me more work to do instead of just letting me do my job that I enjoy.”

With that he pulled his gaze from his hands to look at her, a tiny innocent smile moving along his fine lips. “Am I wrong?”

She couldn't help feeling just a little guilty that almost immediately he got rather nervous, fidgeting with his hands. Hearing his reasons for keeping it from her, it seemed it was her turn to pout a little. Did have to be so...correct? Indeed being around her as often as he did, James wasn't unaware of her habits and need to help if she felt she was a bother. Freya had been known on more than one occasion to completely ignoring her own well-being to make sure others were taken care of. It was in her nature to help others, but it often didn't end well for her, or for James for that matter. Freya being sick at the manor meant that he had to set aside extra time to see to her recovery, she couldn't imagine what that would entail here.

Sighing softly, she resisted the urge to pinch at James' nose when he smiled towards her knowingly. A small laugh left her and she returned her fingers to his hair again. "Maybe, maybe not. I'm glad that you enjoy work so much. Though, I'm not wrong for trying to help you because I honestly don't think you would sleep. I don't know if you've seen yourself lately, James, but you are known to work yourself sick, remember?" She teased with a smile. Though, she wasn't sure if he was sick from working all the time, or from that evening they went to the fair. They had stayed out late and the air was pretty chilly...

However, she thought it only fair to let him know. "I knew you were taking classes, James."

She wasn't looking directly at him, too busy simply enjoying the feel of his hair in her hands. She couldn't imagine what his face looked like. Hopefully it would cause his nerves to settle a bit. "Annie spilled the beans on her first weekend over, you didn't think she would really keep it from me, did you?" It wasn't a secret the two girls were close, usually using the weekends that they had together to play catch up. Giggling, she leaned down and embraced him from behind. "You're not mad at me for keeping it a secret that I knew, are you James?" She asked, resting her chin on his shoulder as she passed a guilty look his way. "Don't kick me out~" She whined, before giggling. She knew James wouldn't tell her to leave over something silly like that. Leave...

She turned to look at the time, and then back to James. "Did you want me to head back to my apartment for the evening?" They had pretty much finished their hot chocolate, and she still wasn't sure if he had agreed to cuddling afterwards, so she offered to leave just in case. He didn't have an obligation to do it after all.

Had she not been playing with his hair, James would have probably pulled out his phone and called his sister to ream her for telling Freya about him attending school. It’s not as though it was meant to be a big secret but with her caring and gentle nature, it could end up problematic for him. However she had known this long and hadn’t done anything to push them into an awkward situation or caused any issues for him… “I suppose could forgive you, if you can forgive me for not telling you in the first place.” He responded with a chuckle as she leaned against him.

His gaze turned to the clock as well. It was getting late but not super late. A smile moved across his face as he turned his body to her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he gave her a quick pull to him, closing the gap as she settled in against his chest, laying his back against the armrest he reached up and pulled the blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over their bodies. “I was promised a cuddle session before you leave. You can’t tell me that little back hug was the only thing. Especially since it was a good date. Can I get one more movie?” He asked softly.