Now, although things had gone swimmingly in terms of his crush's eventual acceptance of his offer, it was important to remember that Edgeworth had absolutely no plan - or clue - as to where to take his desired lover - and he only had the few moments it would take for said lover to make himself presentable and walk the few short steps from his flat to the entrance of his Swordfish block to formulate one. The prosecutor gazed at the chipping, ocean-blue, paint coating the grittily textured walls of the block of flats thoughtfully; Should he perhaps take Phoenix to his house again?

No, no, upon second thoughts, no. It would appear a devious act. Besides, with no car, it had to be somewhere within walking distance.

What about a restaurant? No, too suave - too common, too businesslike. Edgeworth wanted this to be special. Uniqueness was a necessity. A park? Don't be daft.

Or perhaps-

"Hi," A silky voice woven from the pure materials of a smoothly curved Adam's apple floated in midair, fluttering out from a pair of familiar rosy lips, immediately shattering whatever train of thought had been passing by within the confines of that silvery head. The prosecutor's eyes lingered upon the other's body for an unnaturally long while, no signals of clarity reaching his neurones - it appeared as though he were momentarily brain-dead.
"Hello?" What a devil, the taller man mused, wearing such delectably tight clothing that hugged those finely curved hips and attractive muscular struc-
"Edgeworth."
"Oh. Sorry."
"So, um, how are you?" The shorter man briefly looked the prosecutor up and down, registering that the other was swathed in far more formal, crimson, attire than himself, before swiftly averting his gaze, a miniature, similarly crimson, blush tinging his cheeks.
"I'm alright - they said I was well enough to be let out,"
"I'm glad. So, did they figure out why you threw up?"
"Presumably." Edgeworth instinctively flinched before turning away whilst he spoke, sensing a familiarly misplaced heat rising in his face. Phoenix eyed him up and down inquisitively before responding;
"You don't want to elaborate, huh,"
"No. No, I don't. You'll understand it in a while, anyway." The defence attorney allowed a withering look of defeat to cling to his facial features for a brief moment as he conceded with what little information he had been given.
"Where are we going, then?"
"Is your bike a 2 seater?"
"No." A cool, evening breeze swept past the pair.
"Do you think it could serve as a 2 seater?"
"Not without breaching several health and safety laws, no."

Silvery hair reluctantly swayed along with the weary nod it was attached to;
"I don't have my car."