Xander: "I've always wanted to find someone who sees me for who I am—not what I am."

Amelia: "And have you found that person?"

He looked down at her.

Xander: "I think I might have."

She smiled softly.

Amelia: "I hope you have."

He traced circles on her arm.

Xander: "What about you? What do you dream of?"

Amelia: "Adventure. Love. Making a difference. Maybe write a book one day."

Xander: "You have the talent for it."

Amelia: "You haven't read anything I've written."

Xander: "I've read your articles. They're insightful and well-crafted."

Amelia: Surprised "You have?"

Xander: "Of course. I like to know who's investigating me."

She playfully swatted his arm.

Amelia: "So you've been spying on me?"

Xander: "Researching."

She shook her head, amused.

Amelia: "I guess that makes us even."

They shared a comfortable silence, the world around them fading away.

After a while, she sat up.

Amelia: "It's getting late."

Xander: "Do you have to go?"

She hesitated.

Amelia: "I suppose not."

He stood up, offering his hand.

Xander: "Come with me. There's something I want to show you."

She took his hand, and they walked a short distance to a small path leading into the trees.

Amelia: "Where are we going?"

Xander: "You'll see."