Making a Mark

Ray smiled at the waitress thankfully. "I'll have a water with lemon." she inquired. Then the waitress was gone. Ray shifted her position to get more comfortable. Adrian was so going to be dead after this.

Ray had a sudden thought that he might be walking home too. She forced herself to remain calm. He owned a car, and he could drive. Which of course made her feel a little nervous because she was in a very tiny dress and she didn't really want to walk home alone.

She was so lost in thought that she almost missed the waitress coming back to ask for their orders. Ray ordered the cheapest thing on the menu, the Chicken Cesar salad. And then she went back to playing with the salt shaker, focusing all of her attention on it. This wasn't awkward. Not at all. Adrian was so going to die and by her hand.

When the waitress had taken Chris' order, she disappeared again, and Ray nibbled on her lip. Her mind raced for a conversation starter that could not possibly have an alterior motive. "So what do you think of SA?" she asked, cocking her head to the side. Lame question. Smile and bear it. she told herself, inwardly groaning at her stupidity.

Ray returned his grin and laughed. "Yeah...I'm pretty sure any question can pass as a blind date question." she remarked. She looked a little stunned when he apologized.

Then she nodded her head. "Yeah. I guess I was pretty angry too. I never think when I'm mad. I'm sorry too." she took his hand with a smile. "Friends." she agreed, though in the back of her mind she told herself, Oh please let him have forgotten my parting comment. She took her hand back and layed it flat on the table, trying to ignore the tingly feeling that had been caused.

Ray took the sucker and immediately popped it into her mouth, following him out the door. She rubbed her forehead, not sure whether to be uncomfortable, nervous, or excited. "Looks like there's gonna be a double homicide tonight." she muttered, looking around for Adrian's car, though she knew he had been serious.

She heaved a sigh. "They're making us walk home." She wondered how on earth Adrian had escaped the protective big brother gene. It was like he was purposefully trying to set her up with Chris. She stepped out into the dark night before that idea could show it's self in a blush and she crouched down, removing her high heeled shoes from her feet. She turned and smiled at Chris. "Well, at the same time, I'm glad you're walking home too, 'cause I wasn't too keen on walking home alone."

Ray grinned up at him. "Oh they are very deadly. They're why I tripped." she chuckled, holding said heels by their ankle straps.

She nodded. "Yeah. I guess I should have figured that if Adrian and Scythe picked out this dress they'd have somebody safe to walk me home." And then he cleared his throat. She glanced up at him with a raised eyebrow. And then she looked away, desperately trying not to blush as badly as she knew she was.

Suddenly she felt a loss on balance, and reached out for anything to stead her. Unfortunately, that anything was Chris' arm, and she wound up bringing him down with her.

She couldn't help but blush with his face just a few inches from hers. She discovered, once he was standing and offering a hand to her, that she had been holding her breath, and took his hand, standing and smiling a bit shyly too. "I think it's the dress that makes me trip, not the shoes." she joked uneasily, trying to erase the fall from her memory.

She looked away and smiled softly. "Yeah I'm fine. Thanks for breaking my fall." she teased, acting as though their fall hadn't rattled her in the least. Thinking about it again, however, just made her blush more, and she was extremely thankful that it was dark.

"Come on, let's go. The sooner I get back the sooner I can change into more comfortable, less accident prone clothes." she joked, starting forward again.