Peter Pan & George Lass
Pan shrugged. "I have no fucking idea. It very well could be a 'they.'" No one truly knew who was pulling the strings around here. Everyone had theories, but there was really no solid proof to support any of it. At least they were interesting and provided amusement to Pan whenever he heard them.
He chuckled quietly. "Absolutely. I'm not much fun when I'm disappointed." Relieved? Well, at least there was possibility of a celebration on the other side of that feeling. Potential happiness.
The Never King was enjoying this very much. She hadn't blushed, but now she was. No denying it. As he said, it was cute. He liked being right. "With every passing one," he replied smoothly, thoroughly savoring the moment. Before he could say anything else, that annoying bell rang, signaling the end of their date. Too fucking bad.
He sat back in his seat and let out a sigh. "Fucking bell. Too bad." He met her gaze. "I was enjoying myself." He pushed back his chair and stood.
"Perhaps we'll run into each other again some time," Pan said. "Till then I suppose. Enjoy the rest of your night, George."