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Three

Chapter Three:

"I have a date tonight."

Josephine blinked, looking up at him. Of all the things he were to say, that was the last thing she was expecting. "Oh?" Was all she could say, finding her attention caught on a very interesting bundle of pears. Bucky had appeared at her door in the late afternoon, asking if she wanted to help run some errands. She had agreed happily, especially when he flashed her a warm smile.

"I haven't been on one of those in forever." His voice was gentle, genuine wonderment laced in it. "I'm supposed to meet her at ten."

Was this a dinner date, she wondered, was she helping pick out groceries for him to cook this woman a meal? Josephine pursed her lips, not bringing herself to look at him. Her chest tightened, "I'm sure you'll figure it out rather quickly."

Bucky stepped next to her, a gloved hand slipping the bundle of pears from her grasp. He added it to the basket he held at his side, shuffling to the other side of the aisle towards the arrangement of watermelons. "Do women still like getting flowers?"

She wouldn't know, nobody had ever done that for her. Then again, nobody was as sweet as he was. When she thought about it, she would've loved some flowers. "I would. It's sweet. Old school, you know. Nobody does that anymore."

"What do you mean?"

She moved next to him, shoulders giving a shrug. "Like, normal dates. Where you talk for hours, maybe walk around a bit. I don't know. Oh, roller skating would be fun. Or like, a cute little ice cream date."

He nodded, "Maybe a dance?"

She looked at him then, a small smile on her face, "Yeah. Something like that."

He reached for a package of blueberries, adding it to his collection. "What are we supposed to talk about?"

Josephine raised a brow, "Really?"

He snorted, "I'm out of practice."

"Talk about yourself, ask her questions. Get to know her."

He nodded, nudging her to the side as he examined some raspberry's.

"Like what's her favourite colour?"

"Yeah, sure."

They moved to the next aisle, a table full of potatoes stared back at them. Bucky shook his head, taking off towards the dessert section. "What is your favourite colour?"

"That sounds good." She mumbled, questioning why he needed to practice how he would say it. It was only a question, and his voice sounded fine.

"No," He paused, giving her a lopsided smile, "What is yours? Your favourite colour, I mean."

That made more sense. She felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment, "Oh, yeah. Um, green I think."

"You think?"

"Yeah. It changes a lot. I can never decide."

He nodded, pointing at a box of brownies. "We could get ice cream and have sundaes later."

"Before or after 10?" She questioned, putting them in his basket. She could never turn down brownie sundaes.

"Before." He told her, "Probably after this. I don't feel like doing much today."

"What happened to all your errands?"

He tossed a bag of chocolate covered almonds into the basket before steering her away towards the checkout lanes. They stopped at the self checkout, he stared at the machine with confused eyes.