<em>"Eh, you're not really annoying, I'm just an arse,"</em>Tristyn replied. I know that, Marcus told me, Danielle said to herself. I'm glad you admitted it. She never truly forgot the feeling of his hand holding onto hers, never letting go. She liked it and it was slowly intoxicating her, much more than the radiation from the nuclear reactors twenty feet away from them. She looked at her hand and like a prized possession, cherished the sensation that lingers on her fingers, her palm, her knuckles ... then he spoke up.<br/><br/>I like how he says my name, Danielle, she thought. She hung on every word, understand both his nervousness and his getting-to-the-point. Is he asking me out right now? Out of all places, he would do it here. For the first time, Danielle didn't think that what Tristyn was doing right now was idiotic. What's a more positive word for idiotic? Daring, risky, adventurous? That was what he was. Good draw, she further thought, noting the singer the man said was his favorite. Whoever it was, she'd like to see him, or her ... on a date with him. She slightly turned to hide the shock that she had thought of that scene. His two buddies with him in the Altar Bar and her showing up, meeting her there like it's a divine appointment, pun intended. She managed to hide both her shock and her grin and turned back to the lieutenant. He was offering her a rather attractive proposition, using her career and relative interest to get her there ... with him. Why am I wondering what would it be like with him?<br/><br/>The shy Danielle inside of her wanted to run, but her fascination of a man indirectly asking her out kept her still.<strong>"I would like that,"</strong>she said simply with a smile. She dared not to ask for the time, thinking Lt. Phoenix would have the guts and the gentlemen quality to set the time of ... their date. Her cheeks became rosy red with the excitement that this offer was indeed ... a date.