Jameson arrived at Prandi’s dorm with exactly five minutes to curfew. The officer drove right up beside them and lowered his window.

“Have a safe night, civilians. And make sure he brings you home on time from now on, little lady.” Then he saluted smartly and drove off, leaving a bemused Jameson and an amused Prandi in his wake.

“Civilians? Who does he think he is? Some extra from the movie Men in Black? And where does he get off calling you little lady?”

Prandi stood up straight, all dainty five feet of her. “Hey, I’m quite comfortable with my height. I’d rather be a little lady than a towering amazon like Sassy.”

Jameson gave a mock shiver. “Ugh, don’t mention that chick’s name. She weirds me out. I wonder what happened back at the bar?”

Prandi looked at her watch and shrugged. “Guess we’ll find out tomorrow. Thanks for a wonderful evening, Prince Charming.“

She stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. He swiftly averted his face so that the kiss landed full on his mouth.

“Any time, princess.”