until the end;

Tristan smiled with closed lips. God, he was trying too hard for something that was supposed to be simple. Biting the inside of his cheeks to hide the blush, he closed Keir’s door and rushed over to his side. Fancy… Okay. He was prepared for that. He started the ignition and turned to Keir with a small smile. “Fancy… Nice… Got it.. Okay. Uh…” He awkwardly scooted over to the glove compartment and opened it, pulling out a blindfold and handing it to Keir. “Here, put this on.” He paused realizing how murderous the scene would be. “Or… Or… Not…” He pulled back just leaving it in Keir’s hand. “It’s your choice really…” 

Looking at Tristan rather skeptically, he let out a small snort and took the blindfold from him.  If Tristan wanted to surprise him, then alright.  Keir tugged it on and blinked a bit.  "Don't suppose you're going to tell me where we're going, are you?"  He cracked a small smile and leaned between the car seat and the window.  How long the ride would be, he wasn't sure--not that it really mattered.

You’ve gotta be kidding me! Why is this taking so long to heal?

Is what taking so long to heal?

After taking Keirs pups for a walk, Libby spent the rest of the afternoon just seeing if she could jolt her memory by walking through the town—then the woods, anything which might trigger it. It was a long shot but right now she had nothing else to do but try.

"Hey, Libby," he smiled brightly, quickening his pace to a slight jog, "taking a walk?  I guess so... the weather's nice.  Do you remember anything?"

"Damn straight, it’s nasty." She raises her hand and signals for the waiter who originally served her. "I can’t eat this now..I want a refund"

"A refund?"  He nodded in agreement, "that sounds like a good idea."

I want my money back...

"That's nasty."

Thanks, I think it will. It’s a cute little place from what I’ve seen so far. 

Yeah, cute.

Tristan stood there for a couple of minutes, watching a couple pass by with flowers in their hands. Holy fuck. He forgot the flowers. He cursed to himself silently as he scanned the area, looking for a quick place to get flowers but found nothing. He was still out of the dating game. It wasn’t even possible for him to ask out Keir without being completely drunk. Maybe he could just find some excuse while at the restaurant to run and buy some flowers. 

Keir stammered slightly, "thanks."  Flushing slightly, he gave Tristan a small smile.  His nerves were getting the best of him, but he did his best to keep himself from doing the usual when he was nervous--which included taking off and running.  You don't have to... he wanted to say, watching as Tristan opened the car door for him.  Biting back his words, he sat down and fidgeted before glancing back up at the witch, "wherever you want is fine."  Pausing as his eyes flickered down at his hands and then back up, he steeled himself, "somewhere... fancy?" he answered back, giving him a slight smile.

I wanted a little bit of independence, is all. My family lives a few towns over, but at least here I don’t have them breathing down my neck, you know? 

Well, I hope you like it around here, then.

This’ll be an interesting experience…

But fun.

Keir, nice to meet you. I’m Erica. 

Nice to meet you; what bring you to town?

Yes, I guess so.

Sounds like a plan to me.  All set to eat?

Ummm…. Cookies for me for right now. Do they have double chocolate?

'm sure they do.

I’ll have to, I suppose. At least until I have enough to buy myself a decent place. 

Yeah, no problem!  I'm Keir, by the way.