The library is about as empty as you'd expect. The whole town is at the opening. The few who can't witness it don't miss a thing because of the numerous screens reporting everything that's going on.

I walk to one of the private rooms, turning on the television and leaving enough volume, so I can work while listening to the news.

Ian closes the door behind him, lying down on one of the sofas.

I leave the room for a moment, looking for some books that we have been left to research for some presentations.

As I enter, I watch as Ian flips through the channels, irritated to find the same news on each one.

"We'd better have gone to the movies," he says, leaving the remote on the table. Putting the cap of his hoodie over his eyes, he settles down on the couch.

I turn to look at the air conditioner, realizing that he's turned it down enough so I don't freeze to death.

I smile sideways.

I leave the books on the table. Grabbing his suitcase and pulling out his notebook, almost empty from all the pages he's given me, I tear one out before putting everything back in its place.

I look at my cell phone, only to realize that it's been almost an hour since we arrived. The inauguration went as expected, and now they are going on to tell the stories of each of the organizations, inviting the few viewers to donate from their homes. I turn down the volume on the TV, turning to watch Ian's calm breathing.

I stand up, stretching a bit and moving my legs to get the blood circulating. I leave the room, heading for the vending machines.

I buy some chocolate cookies for me and some butter cookies for Ian, who is allergic to chocolate. Constant torture, if I can be honest, living without chocolate? No wonder he is so bitter.

I buy a coffee and a soft drink with exotic flavors he normally buys before going back inside.

Ian has woken up. He looks at the books I have opened and my notes still on the table.

"Please don't crumple it up yet, I'm not done." I say, handing him his things.

Ian thanks me by sitting in a swivel chair next to me.

I open the package of cookies, leaving one in my mouth, as I watch Oli and Luna wave to the camera before they start talking to a lady who seems to be very rich.

I open the third book, sighing and making a mental count of what my mind will let me do today before I'm completely exhausted.

I feel Ian's chin on my shoulder. I startled a little. I looked at him.

He's still sitting in his chair, but he's looking straight at the screen.

"Your future parents-in-law are on the screen."

I tear my eyes away from him and watch as Ash smiles uncomfortably at the camera. His dad is everything you'd expect from a relative of Scottish royalty, and his mother looks as formal as his father. But the way they look at each other brings a smile to your face.

Ian's laughter makes my skin tingle, and I shake my shoulder, making the guy turn away.

"Stop it." I look away from the TV, and when Ian pulls away enough, I text Asher, in between teasing him and letting him know how handsome he looks on TV.

His response is quick, making me smile as he tells me how horrified he's always been by the cameras.

"Are you hungry?" I turn my chair around to see Ian, he has stood up, and is looking at his cell phone.

I grab the bag with cookies and show them to him.

"Food, Young, not a snack. I'm talking about dinner." I frown, seeing that it's barely 4pm. The guy rolls his eyes at my confusion. "You'll like the food, I promise."

I manage to nod, still with a cookie in my mouth. My confusion doesn't go away, but Ian seems to want to go back to sleep, so I say nothing, returning to my books.

It's almost five thirty when we leave the library. I get my car keys out, but Ian snatches them from me. Not listening to my protests, he unlocks the car and opens the passenger door.

"It's not for nothing, Young, but your driving should be among the most dangerous things in the world. How did you get your license?" I roll my eyes.

I get into my car, letting Ian close the door behind me, and walk around to the driver's side.

"Two dates," I say, and the guy looks at me confused as he starts the car. "That's what the guy asked me for in exchange for my license."

The guy's laughter fills the car and touches something inside my chest.

"I know you don't like the way I dress, but this is already over the line." I cross my arms as I see the clothing store in front of me.

Ian turns and looks me up and down.

"When have I ever said I don't like it?" My eyebrow raises. He rolls his eyes, taking my elbow and pulling me in. "Dinner is kind of formal, and since I'm sure you don't want anyone to know where you live," he says with a slight sideways smile. "The least I can do is buy you something so you don't feel out of place."

I shake off his grip and face him. Ian looks down at me.

"Why can't we go eat somewhere where I don't need to change?" A smirk appears on his lips. He opens his mouth to explain to me but runs his fingers through his hair.

"You can choose whatever you want, ok? "His seriousness at my smile tells me he knows, well, those were the worst words he could say.

I take Ian's hand as I step out of my car, looking at the fancy restaurant in front of him. He looks me up and down, seeing the beautiful black dress, pauses at my exposed collarbone, and as if remembering the price, his jaw tenses as my smile grows bigger.

I can't help but look back at him, he's changed completely. His neatly pressed suit tells me he knew where his night would end, maybe he just didn't know I'd be joining in.

"Let's go."

The gentleman in the suit doesn't stop us, he just nods to Ian and calls someone over with a wave of his hand to lead us to the table.

To my surprise, Ian overstepped the boundary of personal space, gently placing his hand on my back, guiding me to the back of the restaurant.

"If all goes well, it won't last long," he mumbles, not noticing that everyone is too deep in their own conversations to hear us.

"Why do I feel like we're going to an execution?" I say ,half-jokingly, swallowing hard after nervousness at the sight of his tense jaw, tension not caused by the price of my dress, of that I'm sure.

"Ian," a woman's voice makes the guy stop. I look at his face before I see the beautiful lady in front of us.

Her red lips, the same color as her amazing dress, stand out, as if it sparkles as much as the huge diamond on her finger.

"My dear son, how good it is to see you." My mouth drops open a little in complete disbelief at the sight of Ian and the female version of him.

Ian's Outfit