<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #4080FF">"Midnight?"</span> She laughed. <span style="color: #4080FF">"How appropriate."</span> She entwined her fingers with his and brushed the back of her hand across his cheek with a lazy smile. So that was one thing she most definitely had to do with him - watch a movie. But which one? She wasn't sure he'd enjoy the same things as her. What kind of movies did a country boy like? The last thing she wanted was an awkward experience with a movie she loved that he'd turn out to hate. She'd had to ask more specific questions later. She nodded at his comment about steak. Good. Anything that wasn't seafood was good.<br/><br/>She hadn't even realized she'd been holding her breath as he talked about his likes and dislikes of Boston. Her pale stomach began to rise and fall once more when he'd finished talking. His small, cliche comments that came every so often made her giggle every time without fail. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Ya sweet, Dimitri."</span> It seemed like one of those things she couldn't tell him enough.<br/><br/>"Bothah me?" Her hand stopped its steady wandering back and forth across his cheek. <span style="color: #4080FF">"No, it's more of the opposite. I love the missing g's and the rolling r's. Makes up for the ones I don't have."</span> She snickered. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Also I can't imagine anyone would evah find ya unattractive. Ya wicked good-looking, ya know."</span> She said this with complete sincerity. No shame in admitting that, no sir. Her eyes widened as she realized why he'd asked. <span style="color: #4080FF">"I, uh... I shouldn't have mocked ya. I dunno where it came from, honestly, but ya mustn't think I don't like ya accent. I love it."</span></div>