It's a date
Jamie
I smirked. "so amy, would ya do me the bleedin' 'onors of accompanyin' me ter the gala. nah strings just as friends?" (So Amy, would you do me the honors of accompanying me to the gala. No strings, just as friends?) I asked. Hopefully.
She smiled. "I'd love to. Just as friends."
"It's a date." I said, kissing her cheek. I let go of her and smiled, leaving her alone. I had one more thing to do: confront Decon.
Amy
What the frig had just happened? One minute he was pinning me to the wall, the next he was asking me to accompany him to a gala. Did this dude have some kind of split personality? I shrugged no skin off my nose. If he wanted me to go, then who was I to say no? I just hope it won’t be de jà vous. Last time I went to the gala with Dominique the masquerade,
