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Groovy Tunes, Saturday [1/10]

Hurley opened up Groovy Tunes, and put on an album of Mannilow love songs.

After five minutes, he changed his mind and put on some Gipsy Kings.

Much better.

[ooc: ~~Please wait for OCD!~~ Open!]

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He's there and totally hoping people will stop in.

"Hello, Hurley," Penelope said as she entered the shop.

"Oh," Hurley said. "Hey Penelope." He smiled broadly when she came in. "What's up?"

She blushed, slightly, and extended towards him a covered basket tied with a red ribbon. Inside were warm, freshly baked sugar cookies. "I brought you something."

"Really?" Hurley said. "Wow, that's... thank you. That's awesome." He blushed a bit.

"You come to visit me at work. You've seen me home safely. I feel like it's the least I can do."

"It's more than enough," Hurley said. He picked up one of the cookies and nibbled a bit. "Oh dude, they're great."

"I'm glad you like them. It's the first time I've ever baked anything," she admitted.

"Really?" Hurley said. "You baked for the first time, just for me?"

That was so awesome.

She nodded, smiling. "Yes, I did."

Hurley really blushed. "Man, that's... thanks, really. You want one? I mean, you should at least have one."

It was hard not to notice his blush and she felt oddly pleased by it. "Those are all for you. I had two of them after the first and only batch I made. And I hurried here to give them to you while they were still warm."

"Man, that is so above and beyond..." He wanted to ask her on a date or something, but the words caught in his throat. So instead, he said. "This is the best gift I've ever gotten, like, ever."

Penelope laughed. "Shush you. It's just cookies!"

"Okay, okay," Hurley said. "So, like... need any music stuff?"

He cursed himself mentally for being so lame.

"I don't believe so," she said, thoughtfully. "But thank you for asking."

"Well, if you ever do," Hurley said. "Just ask. Cause I kinda, like... work here."

Why was it so hard to talk to her, now?

She giggled. "Yes, I assumed as much."

"Right," Hurley said. He nibbled on the cookie some more. He took a deep breath. Trying to get through the next sentence was going to be hard.

"You want to go on a date... thing... sometime?"

Penelope blinked.

A date? He was asking her on a date? A real one? Or just a thing? Was there a difference?

"I... it doesn't matter to you that I'm engaged?"

Hurley shrugged. "Sorta, but... kinda wanted to ask, anyway?"

She was possibly more excited than she had a right to feel.

"Yes. Yes, I would go on a date with you."

"Okay, wow," Hurley said. "Uhhh. Where would you want to go?"

Peneloped laughed. "You've not thought about this at all, have you?"

Hurley chewed his lower lip, then shook his head. "Not... really. I didn't think I'd have the guts to ask."

"But you did," she said, smiling. "And I would be happy to go wherever you would like to take me."

"Probably shouldn't take you to Caritas," Hurley said. "I mean, who wants to go where they work on a date, right?" He fidgeted with the cookie. "How about, like, the Chinese place? We could get dinner?"

"I agree about Caritas," she told him. "And I would enjoy Chinese; that does sound very nice."

"So, like... whenever you'd want to," Hurley said. "I mean, what day would be good for you?"

"I'm free any evening except for Wednesday, of course," she said, her cheeks still warm from her earlier blush.

It was hard to believe he wanted to go on a date with her. Out of everyone at this school.

"Ummm," Hurley said. "Would tomorrow be too soon?"

"Tomorrow would be fine, Hurley," she replied, grinning.

"Awesome," he said. "It's a date."

Oh crap, he had a date and he made it tomorrow. Panic. Not that Hurley let that show on his face.

"So tomorrow evening, I should be ready in my room and you'll stop by?"

Hurley nodded. "Sounds like a plan. It'll be fun."

"A fub plan, I must admit," she told him.

"I suppose I shall let you get back to work. I will see you tomorrow, Hurley." Smiling, Penelope turned and with a light bounce in her step, exited the music shop.

Seriously, needs to stop snowing.

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