He shouldn't be nervous. It was Beezey. He'd been chasing after her for months now. But now that she had accepted going out with him. Scratch that. She had asked him out without him letting him ask her out again, he had reluctantly said he would go.

No Chance was at Madame P's with the drop drop pads on the table and romantic tea lights. He was at a table for two, drumming his hands on the table. Clearly nervous. But he shouldn't be!!

"It's Beezey." Chance said under his breath as he waited for her. He felt off. He wasn't in his normal comfy clothes. He had actually dressed up a tad. He shook off the nerves and started looking around the place again. This was a fancy place, but now where near as fancy as their mirror.

That's okay. Chance would get them to the fancy dinner behind the mirror one of these days!