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."