i keep on running toward the fire

And if you feel like night is falling
I wanna be the one you're calling

The moments between his knock and the door opening made George's heart quicken with anticipation. Nervous though he may have been, he'd been looking forward to this all day - a welcome interruption in an otherwise mundane existence - and he desperately hoped to Frey that it would all go as planned. In the moments before the door opened, he was suddenly struck with the worry that she might not like his plan, but it was far too late to back out now, and as the door swung to reveal Hotaru, all coherent thought momentarily went out the window anyway.

She was stunning, and her greeting was everything he could have asked for. He lingered on her kiss, and for a moment he was half tempted to just leave the basket and ask her to stay in - but that wasn't really what he wanted. Well, it was, but it certainly wasn't the onlything he wanted. "You look beautiful," he said, not because it was an expected thing to say to someone you take on a date, but because it was true. His hazel eyes drank her in, looking her up in down not with lust, but with admiration.

Then her attention shifted to the basket, and he felt like he could breathe again. "What, this old thing?" he joked, lifting it slightly. "You'll have to wait and see." He offered his free arm to her before leading the way casually down the hall. "I hope you don't mind a little bit of a walk. I thought we could go see the Miana Pool. Have you ever been?"

'Cause I believe that you could lead the way

George