i keep on running toward the fire

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

George matched her amusement with his own, a crooked smile firmly in place on his face as he leaned back to support himself on one elbow, tilting his torso towards her attentively. She had indeed told him that he'd have to discover her secrets for himself, and to him, that was half the fun of dating: teasing out the little intricacies that made up a person, learning to read their idiosyncrasies, gaining a firm understanding of who they were and what made them tick - not for any sense of personal gain, as he might usually do, but from a place of genuine curiosity and intrigue. "The more I learn, the more intrigued I am," he admitted with a low chuckle.

Her favorite colors were pink and orange, and he filed that information away in the back of his mind, already browsing a mental catalogue of flowers in those colors that he could send her tomorrow after their date. "Green," he said in reference to his own favorite: the color of new life. "Although blue is a close second - like the sky on a sunny day." Though he tended to dress in darker colors to make it easier to blend in to his surroundings, his favorites were brighter and more lively, more in line with his personality.

As for a favorite drink, that was a little harder. "I don't know that I have one," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. "It depends on the day, and the occasion." He pondered for a moment, reaching for a churro to take a bite before leaning over to offer it to Hotaru. "Overall, though - maybe a whiskey sour." He raised a brow at her. "And yours?"

Then, because the sun was sinking lower in the sky, George paused their game. "Have you heard the legend of the Miana Pool?" he asked, his eyes twinkling playfully.

'Cause I believe that you could lead the way

George