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Re: Crack time
1. "You... you look... I never expected... I.."
Petra cocked a hip to one side and smiled. "You're just running in circles inside trying not to seem surprised I'm not dressed sluttier, aren't you?" She patted Jon's cheek, smiling. She'd found a very modest sun-dress that she felt was still flattering, for their lunch-date. It was cute to watch him squirm on account of his own politeness.

2. Jon had picked her up in a charity waitress/waiter auction that Warriors had run, Petra herself having chosen him and paid him to be her safety route, and signaling thusly during the auction. He showed up with flowers, and befuddlement.

3. He'd never thought she was stupid. Jon being himself, he was hardly capable of assuming that about someone, but he was impressed at how much she was capable of talking about business. Normally he only heard Zach Mister Zatara go on about brand recognition that much; but Petra was her father's daughter, and she loved Warriors deeply.

4. "Is this really what you wanted?" Jon looked around the used bookstore. "I expected..."
"Something more lively." She smiled. "I can be a good girl too. I travel a lot, so I read a lot." She pushed a bruised copy of a Vonnegut collection at him. "Here, my treat to you for rescuing me; and I don't want any refusal just because you're the one escorting me around.

5. "So... Uh... Would..."
Petra slipped her arms around him and put her hands into his back pockets. "This is the part where you're not sure if you should ask me out again, because you can't figure out if I behaved so nice just on your account or not."
Jon mumbled something and nodded, trying to at least partially ignore certain features of her that had become much harder to ignore as she drew herself closer. "I just... had always heard..."
"Everything you heard about me was true. There's just plenty you haven't heard, too." She smiled, then leaned in and gave him a gentle and patient kiss, that concluded with a soft nip of his lip that she wondered if he could actually feel, being what he was. "Call me."
"..yes'm."