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Y/N POV

After I got my debit card back, I turned to Blake. "So...what now?" My spur of confidence from our playful argument had all but dissipated, leaving me in my normal, nervous-wreck self.

"Well...It's only 8." Blake said, checking her apple watch. "Do you have a bed time?" She asked teasingly. I rolled my eyes playfully, loving how the easy banter seemed to come naturally to us.

"Oh ha ha. For your information, I do not." She chuckled.

"Well, we could take a walk on the beach, or take a scenic drive...or we could go back to my place and hang out for a bit? Watch a movie?"

My eyes widened and my heart rate sped up. She was inviting me over? To her house? Me?

"Uh-I.." I stammered, trying to come up with a real sentence, when I was suddenly struck with an idea.

"C-could we take a short walk on the beach..and then go b-back to y-your place?" I asked, hopefulness filling me.

Her eyes lit up. "That sounds like an awesome idea!" I smiled, internally high fiving myself for not being a useless, love struck school girl.

We stood from our table and I made sure I had everything before walking to the door. Blake held it open for me.

"Thank you." She winked.

"Hey, you can put your stuff in the car if you want." She said, gesturing to her Jeep. "O-oh, yeah, thanks." She smiled and unlocked the vehicle. I grabbed my phone and left my purse on the passenger seat floor. I shut the door and she locked it.

"Ready?" She asked, looking at me. I nodded, flashing her a toothy smile.

We walked side by side to a sandy path that lead from the parking lot right down to the beach. The sand was surprisingly clean. "Maybe we should take off our shoes?" Blake suggested. I realized she was right. Neither of us was wearing sandals, so getting sand stuck in our socks and shoes would not be pleasant.

"Yeah, good idea." We sat on the short cement wall separating a layer of grass in between he beach and the parking lot. Blake and I pulled off our socks and shoes, stuffing our socks inside our shoes so they didn't fall out. We both cuffed our pants so they didn't get wet.

Blake hopped down from the wall, her feet landing in the sand.

She offered me her hand and I gratefully took it, allowing her to gently pull me off the wall.

With our shoes in one hand, and our other hands very close together, we walked down to where the water met the shore.

As we walked along the shoreline, our hands would periodically touch, sending sparks of electricity through my veins.

I wished more than anything that she'd take my hand in her own, but at the same time, I was kind of thankful she didn't. I wasn't sure I'd be able to deal with the feeling of disappointment when she let go.

We walked the first 20 feet in silence, enjoying the gently sound of the waves  and the feeling of the sand between our toes.

This felt....strangely romantic. But I knew, no matter how much I wanted it, that would never happen.

Suddenly, Blake spoke up, breaking the silence, but not disturbing the peace. In fact, her voice only seemed to add to it.

"So, what's your favorite color?" She asked, looking at me. I raised my eyebrows and looked at her incredulously. "What kind of a question is that?" I asked. The blonde chuckled.

"What? I'm just trying to get to know you Y/N. Humor me."

I laughed, but told her anyway. "I really like light blue." I said.

"Why is that?"

"It reminds me of the sky. And the sky is beautiful."

And it reminds me of your eyes, which are even more beautiful. I though to myself, but didn't dare say.

"That's cool. I like the sky too."

"What about you? What's your favorite colour?" I asked as we continued to walk.

She thought for a moment. "I really like pastel pink. I don't really have a reason as to why. I've just always though it was beautiful." She answered.

I thought about her answer and then flushed bright red when I realized that I was wearing a pastel pink blouse. Thank god it was dark, so Blake hopefully didn't see my blush.

"Yeah, t-that is a cool c-colour." I managed to say.

We walked for a few more minutes, talking about our favorite foods.

"Alright, want to head back?" Blake asked.

"Yeah, sure." I was starting to get cold. Stupid me hadn't bothered to bring a jacket, and it was a fairly windy night.

We turned around and started the walk back to the car. I shivered when a particular cold gust of wind sliced through my think blouse.

Blake looked at me. "You cold?" She asked, her tone one of concern.

I considered lying, not wanting to be a burden, but my body answered for me when another chill ran down my spine from the wind.

The taller woman chuckled. "Here." She said, pulling off her leather jacket. I was about to protest, worried that she'd be cold.

"I'll be fine, Y/N. I don't want you to be cold." She said with a reassuring smile.

I hesitantly took the jacket, pulling it on. Right away, I noticed two things: 1, The jacket was pretty big on me, and 2, It smelled of Blake and nothing else.

Upon being wrapped in her warm jacket, I immediately felt better. I inhaled, enjoying Blake's scent of a delicious mix of Vanilla and Lemon.

"A little big on you, but you look cute." Blake said, looking me up and down.

A deep red blush covered my whole face when she said that. Was she checking me out? Cute!? She thinks I'm cute!?

I had to tell myself to calm down, otherwise I might burst.

"Thanks." I said, surprising myself when I didn't stutter. She flashed me a lopsided grin.

We continued our walk back down the beach, talking every so often about little things like our favorite drinks and what our hobbies are.

Around 10 minutes later we arrived back at the entrance to the parking lot. We sat on the wall and slipped our shoes back on before walking back up to the car.

I realized I was still wearing Blake's jacket. "Oh! Here." I said, pulling it off since I wouldn't need it. I honestly didn't want to, but I knew I had to give it back to her.

She looked hesitant to take it back for some reason, but recovered quickly and smiled.

"Thanks." She said, gently taking the jacket from me. I smiled. "Thank you."

She nodded, not bothering to put her jacket on, she unlocked the car and opened my door for me. "Why thank you." I said, climbing in. Blake sent me a sideways smile before closing my door and walking to the drivers side. She climbed in and started the car.

"Ready?"