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He stared at the girl, now transformed into her civilian form in front of him. She looked so familiar, and it nagged at him terribly. He was absolutely certain he'd seen her somewhere before -- not just in passing either. But where? Hints of memories drifted through his mind, fleeting and indistinct. Nothing specific enough for him to grab onto and examine, though.

But he'd never forget her again.

Then he realized she'd asked him a question. "Emory," he said and smiled back at her as he tried to puzzle it out. "You'll be expecting Emory. Desdemona... that's a very pretty name, for a very pretty girl." His face flushed again a little as she slid his phone back into his pocket. God she was cute. And bold as brass too, if her fairly aggressive flirting was any indication. Regardless of where he'd seen or met her before, she clearly knew what she wanted and went after it. He liked that in a girl. Especially when what she was going after was him.

Fingers still entwined with hers, he squeezed her hand gently, then looked around the deserted street. "Um, we should probably power back up again and get back to patrolling. Don't want to get in trouble or anything." One never knew who was watching from the shadows.

Emory liked the sound of "a few dates." He liked this girl, both powered up and in her civilian form. He liked her a lot. The nagging hints of memory would just have to sort themselves out another time. This was now, and it was Desdemona who was standing in front of him, and Desdemona he'd be picking up Saturday for a date. He couldn't wait.

And then she lightly kissed his knuckles and the warm flush returned to his cheeks as he watched her transform back. Yeah, he really liked this girl.

Powering back up himself, Chrysotile once more tucked Amphitrite's hand into the crook of his arm. "With pleasure," he murred, and started down the dark empty street again. His mind was no longer on finding some hapless soul to drain of energy or making quota for the night, and what was more he didn't care if he got in trouble for it. All he could think about was the girl walking next to him and seeing her again. He started pondering where he could take her to dinner that would do her justice. He didn't want to disappoint her, after all.

Idly he wondered if she liked to dance...