"I hope it works out for you."

"Thanks."

"When did you say you were meeting him?"

"This afternoon."

"I'd like to know how it goes, if you wanna tell me," she says, somewhat purposely subbing herself up (down?).

"Yeah, I guess."

They finish eating and go enjoy their respective days, and at dinner Sadde arrives with Isabella and starts looking around for a Jackson.

He is not in attendance.

Ooh. Oooooh. This is promising. Is it promising? It might be promising. Or he might just be late. She'll keep an eye out for him during the meal.

No sign of him!

Good sign! Definitely good sign, yes?

And tomorrow morning?

There he is! Still no collar but he looks pretty well.

She asks Isabella to go have breakfast with him again.

"Okay, pet."

There she goes!

"Ssooooo."

"He took me to dinner," says Jackson in a soft disbelieving voice.

"Did he. How'd it go?"

"It, it was nice."

"Mmhmmm?"

"That's all, he didn't take me home with him after or anything..."

"I presumed so. That sounds promising."

"He did kiss me goodnight. I guess that's promising."

"That's sweet."

Nod nod. Jackson looks vaguely dreamy.

"Awwwww."