Micheal walked along the halls trying to remember where the RoR was. Beginning to walk slower he ran a hand over the wall finally stopping a smile on his face. Looking over to Josephine he said, "Would you like to think up the room?"

Silently she made a thinking face. "Okay." Josephine smiled, and closed her eyes. There was so much stuff on her mind that it was a little hard to think. But she managed. Josephine opened her eyes. "Alright..but it's nothing special." She told him shyly.

Micheal smiled waiting as she thought of something to fix the room the way she wanted. As she opened her eyes he heard her say nothing special. Opening the door slightly he looked back to her and said, "We'll see about that."

Josephine went inside, and smiled. The floors were stone. The walls were stone. But what made the room seem inviting was the candles that were on the walls, all of them burning brightly. There was a table to the side, and a rug on the floor. On the table was a random very small basket. Josephine walked over to it, picked it up, and showed it to Michael. "Look. Bread!"

As Micheal walked into the room he looked around with curious eyes, wondering why she picked this. It wasn't bad, just unique. Smiling over at her as she showed him the bread he told Josephine, "Bread can be very tasty."

She nodded happily, walking back to the table to put the basket down. Josephine walked back over to him and stood in front of him. There was a large smile on her face, but she didn't say anything. Josephine just stood there quietly.

As Josephine stood in front of him a big smile on her face he looked down at her into her face with his head tilted slighty. "And what are you smiling about?" He asked her softly.

Josephine wasn't entirely sure how to answer that. There really was no reason. "I don't know," She shrugged, "I guess I'm just...happy." Josephine told him. Though she sort of blushed and looked down at the ground.

Micheal continued looking down on her and smiled when she answered his question. When she looked down he lifted her chin up gently and leaned down kissing her on the lips lightly. "Well I'm glad your happy."

She didn't take her eyes away from him. Josephine was feeling that happy sensation in her heart again. Her smile grew, and she sighed. "So what would you like to do?" Josephine asked quietly.

Micheal watched her reaction and couldn't help but feel happy as he smiled. When he got asked the question from Josephine he shrugged lightly. "Not sure. You have any ideas?" He said then asked, "By the way you thirsty?"

Sighing Josephine shook her head. "Unfortunatly I have none. And no I'm not." Josephine shrugged, and l;ooked around for a moment. "Well, we could eat...bread," That sounded funny to her, "Or we could talk or something." She gave him a small smile.

"Or something?" Micheal said with a raised eyebrow and a small smile. At that moment he closed his eyes thinking of what he wanted to appear then finally opened them. A couch appeared simple but comfortable. Walking over he sat down and yawned. "Humm if you could be anywhere in the world right now where would that be?"

Josephine followed him, and sat down next to him. "Well, I'd probably...hmm." She was stuck on this one. But after a minute of thinking, she smiled. "I'd want to be somewhere that had such beauty I couldn't speak...like Iceland." Josephine explained.

Micheal saw her sit down from the corner of his eye. Turning his body to her he smiled at her reply. "You really do like those cold places don't you." He said more as statement than a question.

She chuckled lightly. "I guess I do. But I've seen pictures, and it is quite pretty." Josephine stared at her hands quietly. For some odd reason she was feeling sort of nervous around him all of the sudden.

Micheal just smiled and nodded in agreement to what she said. As he watched her he saw she seemed nervous, he wondered why. "You don't have to answer this if you don't want to Josephine, but I'm curious....." he trailed off for a second. "Why are you nervous?"

Josephine sighed, but shrugged. She knew why, but didn't know how to really explain it. "Well, I guess being around you is sort of...surreal to me." She wasn't sure if that made much sense, but she continued. "I don't know. I really like you, and when the thought occurs to me that you feel the same way..not many people have." Josephine knew that came out weird.

Micheal listened to what she said, that explained some things. Looking over at her he said, "I understand. And right here and now whatever happens I want you to know I wouldn't hurt you, ok." He smiled warmly at her then added, "So are you nervous about what'll happen next to?"

"Well, kind of..But I suppose I shouldn't be." Josephine finally looked over, and gave him a smile. There was still that nice thought in her mind that she was able to trust him.

Micheal shrugged. "Everyone is once in a while, so no worries," he told her reassuringly. He would never pressure her into anything and he didn't want her to feel nervous. At that thought he asked, "What's something you love to do that we can do together right now?" He wanted her to feel comfortable and relaxed.

Josephine sighed, but laughed a little. "Well, I like sitting here talking with you. Most of the things I like doing are kind of boring." Her smile turned more innocent. "Do you have anything in mind?"

Micheal sort of felt his cheeks warm as he noticed that didn't come out to right. As she replied he smiled a little. "What are some of the things you like to do?" He asked curiously. After a moment he noticed the question was turned on him. "Well I like to kiss you," he grinned but then asked seriously, "Have you ever painted?"

"I like to read..yeah not to exciting. But painting? The last time I ever painted something I was probably five." Josephine laughed. She wasn't much of an artist when it came to creativity. "But yes, I know you do." She laughed again quietly and grinned.

"Five that is a long time, maybe we should paint. Let our imagination roam," Micheal said then laughed as she said I know you do. He smiled and said, "I hope thats not a problem."

Josephine blushed lightly, but smiled. "No it's not a problem. And painting sounds fun." Though, she was eager to see how her paintings would come out. She always thought she wasn't the best artist.