[His question takes her back, and she opens her mouth to say something, but the moment that her lips part, all she can manage is a soft, contented sigh as his fingers brush over her cheek. She leans into the feeling, pressing her cheek into his palm as one of her hands slides up to wrap over his, fingers tangling together, and she tries to come up with an answer...]

I ask myself the same thing every day.

[Every morning when she wakes up and finds him lying there with her, and every night when she lays her head down to rest next to his... And then in every moment in between.]

How did we find each other... twice? [She laughs quietly, and peppers kisses along the tips of his fingers.] I guess our luck's not as bad as we think. We might've picked a bad place to grab drinks, but it didn't end all bad, did it?