Danielle followed Tristyn as he lead her to the door. She took her camera from the table beside the door before moving outside, noting the gentleman-like quality of the lieutenant holding the door for her. That's one point, I guess, she said to herself and waited for her escort to come out himself. She was glad, but also bummed at the same time. They had been on the ship for a long while and it seemed like time flew by as they were in that room, alone, together. Unlike her attitude yesterday, she didn't want to leave just yet. But what else on this ship could she cover if it wasn't the personal life of this one lieutenant. They made their way back to the top deck and noticed how the speed of their walk slowed a bit. They weren't rushing their departure like they rushed their journey throughout the massive ship. Danielle could sense that he too didn't want their time together to end, since it was just getting good.<br/><br/>As they walked, she was surprised by his charismatic, out of blue talking about the singer that was going to perform at the Altar Bar. It wasn't that she wasn't interested. The excitement the lieutenant had for this singer had taken her by surprise, but immediately, her journalistic side was brought out. She noted all the fact and the information Tristyn was giving her. Alright, singer's Jonny Craig, who was originally part of a band, but when solo afterwards. His style is alternative and soul, she thought and the Danielle part of her overtook the journalist. I like many kinds of music, but never heard alternative and soul mixed together. Maybe he'll be as good as this guy says he is.<br/><br/>She looked at her camera when Tristyn did, telling her that she could use it backstage since he knew some people who worked at the Altar Bar. Again, the journalist in her erupted and thought, maybe I can get a story on the Altar Bar itself? Before she knew it, they were already on the top deck of the ship. Tours still came and went and now they were at the same place where the tour was put down as a private event. Now, their attitudes and attractions towards each other were different. A part of Danielle didn't want to go down that gangplank too soon.<br/><br/>Danielle turned to him as he told her what time and date the event was and essentially where it was gonna be.<strong>"Friday, Altar Bar, got it,"</strong>she said, reaching into her bag for something. What are you doing Danielle? Are you crazy, getting your business card to give to this asshole? her thought rang out, but she ignored them. She pulled a business card with her number and E-mail address on it. The business was San Francisco Magazine. She gave it to him,<strong>"Well, if I'm not there in time, you can give me a call. I might be bogged down with the articles for the ship, but I'll try my hardest to get there in time."</strong><br/><br/>She bid the lieutenant farewell, leaving his side and heading down the gangplank. She turned and waved, saying,<strong>"Thank you for today, Lt. Phoenix!"</strong>She happily went down the ramp to the dock below.