"A surfer? God I hate Cali."

Toni stands to walk gracefully out of the room, pausing at the doorway to look back at her... friend. "I think I'm starting to like it," a girlish smile not seen on her face since her courtship with Jebediah rests calmly on her face.

Now alone, she speaks to the universe. "This place spells something bad, I just know it."

The day passes with not much hubbub, the brief call between the teens confirms he's taking her to a beautiful French restaurant, somewhere exclusive and expensive, so she puts away the more casual outfit, pulls together the finishing touches of the other and hangs it from her full length mirror.

The next day for both of them is spent preening and preparing for a date that feels oddly important, though neither can figure out why. It's almost as if the entire universe holds it's breath as they dress, as Toni bedecks herself in jewels and finery, as Logan drives to her place, as she walks to the front door, about to answer after the doorbell rings and...

There is stands, holding a bouquet of paper folded flowers, his heart dropping at the sight of her to his stomach. "I know flowers on a first date are outdated, but I figured you might something a little more old school, plus, these can't die."

He holds the bouquet out to her, hoping she doesn't notice his hands shake.