((WARNING: This chapter contains the feels and may make you cry or punch your screen. Sowwy! ^~^ Also contains a big plot twist.))

[Ashlynn's POV]
Once Peter and I get up on the rooftop, we sit on the edge, letting our feet hang below. "So, Peter... Uhm, how about we play twenty questions?" I ask him. "Sure, that sounds fun." He agrees.

"Uhm, number one... What's your favorite color?" I ask. "Red." He answers simply. "Awesome! Me too." I grin. "Okay, uhm... let me think, here." I tell him. He nods.

"What's your favorite food?"

"Pizza, duh."

"Oh my gosh, me too!"

"Number three... What's your occupation?"

"Right now, nothing. I kinda lost my job because the business was shutting down."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's fine."

"Number four.... ummmm.......... Why do you like me?"

"Because your kind and beautiful. No human I've ever met was like that. And every time I look into your eyes, I see someone who is fragile, yet firm and tough. I like that."

My heart crumbles inside my chest. That has to be the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. I smile. "I think I'm done with that game..." I say, starting to tear up.

"Aww, but it's my turn!" He whines like a helpless baby. I laugh a bit and stare at the alleyway below us. "Okay, go ahead. But only TEN questions." I say. "I get what I get." He shrugs.

"Okay, so um, I'll ask you the same thing. Why do you like me?"

"Because... Well, my uncle and soon-to-be aunt are human, but other than them, you are the first human to really love me. And your super kind and I feel like your just a big softy." I shrug and lean into his side.

((The soon-to-be aunt is April btw))

"Aww, okay, it's getting mushy." I laugh, a slight blush upon my cheeks. "Alright, number two... What are your hobbies?" He asks, also laughing. "I like painting. My dad wants me to become a martial artist like him and my mom, but that doesn't sound very appealing." I tell him.

He nods. "Yeah, and believe it or not, these stubby fingers can do a lot. I wonder how your human hands work." I say, grinning from ear to ear. "Well, our human hands can do things like this-" He says, caressing my cheek then running his hand through my hair.

I blush at this sudden movement then move uncomfortably. "Three... Can I kiss you?" He asks slowly leaning in. I freak out and my face goes red. I scoot away, a bit afraid. He then looks hurt.

"What, no?" He asks, sounding a tiny bit annoyed. "This is our first date, Peter. I don't wanna kiss on the first date." I admit. "Oh... I understand." He says, getting in his original fixture.

I sit back up since I was leaning away earlier. But now there is a bigger space between us. I bite my lip. "So... No more questions?" I ask shyly. "Um, no.." He says in a low whisper.