Kinder

28

Mouse's P.O.V.

"So what do you want to do?" I say getting out of the car and stretching. I look at Samuel and smiling.

"Let's go, window shopping?" He says making it sound more like a question.

"I don't recall ever going window shopping." I say trying to remember. He looks at me in shock. Did I say something weird?

"How could that even be?!" He says in that way that seems like mock horror, but is shock at the same time. I really don't know how to react. So I just going to stand here confused and a bit lost.

"What is window shopping exactly?" I ask thinking I've made a mistake. Again I'm met with that look.

"Window shopping is looking at stuff displayed in Windows, especially if you don't intend to buy anything. That's the closest I'm getting to the dictionary's description.

"Ok we can do that for a while." I say without much enthusiasm. It sounds boring and tiring. I'm pretty lazy and I've never been much of a shopper.

"Your enthusiasm is inspiring." He says sarcastically and I make a face at him. He rolls his eyes as he walks down the road.

"So would this be considered our first 'date'?" I ask putting air quotations as I say the world date. We're fake dating after all. He thinks a moment, before answering.

"I guess this is our first date." He says smiling a little. "I hadn't realized we haven't been on a date yet. Maybe we should do something more special." He says looking around. "What is there to do here?"

"Well there's a pond where they have those swan boats and an ice cream shop near by." I say remembering we met at an ice cream shop. He had a huge smile on his face at the mention of ice cream.

"Let's talk ice cream." He says still smiling and starts walking off.

"Wrong way." I say rolling my eyes at him. Why does that always seem to happen.

"Then by all means lead the way." He says with a little bow and a sweeping movement with his hand. I can't help be giggle, I don't usually giggle. I feel my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. He gives me a funny look and then looks around. Since we are alone he looks back at me. "Did you just giggle?" He asks me suspiciously.

"No, why? Did you hear someone giggle?" I say a little too quickly. Way not to look suspicious, and I'm suppose to be an assassin. An assassin can't fail at lying and trickery. I fail as an assassin. That's painfully clear by the 'ya right' look on his face. I smile innocently at him.

"So let's get some ice cream!" He says thankfully dropping it, for now.

A little while later

"Chocolate as always I see." I say smiling at him, eating my vanilla ice cream.

"Always, it the best!" He says licking his ice cream cone.

"Vanilla is way better." I say making a face at him. He gives me a challenging glare and I return it.

"Chocolate is unmatched." He says in a low voice.

"It may be unmatched, but vanilla is on a whole other level. The gods would even have to admit that." I say in a low voice as well. I will not lose this argument, for the sake of vanilla.

"The gods would have an orgasum from chocolate." He says smirking. He's trying to make this dirty.

"How can you say such a thing?! Ice cream is meant to be innocent! At that devil cake is chocolate." I say triumphantly.

"True... But chocolate is still better." He says flicking my nose. I narrow my eyes at him.

"The evidence clearly points to vanilla as the better one." I say, he smirked at me. "What?" I say annoyed. He motioned for me to come closer. I cautiously step forward. He motioned for me to come closer. I take on more step forward.