"Well...." You say while getting in. "Where would you like to go, Trixie?"

"Trixie would like to go to Sugarcube Corner." She replies. "Their cakes always make Trixie happy after a day like today." After hearing that, you begin to wonder what else could've happened to her besides you and her smoke bombs. Rather than sit through a moment of awkward silence, you decide to ask.

"Besides what happened between us, Trixie..." You begin. "What else happened to you today that you'd consider bad?" Trixie raises an eyebrow before turning to look directly at you.

"Well, besides discovering it was you who took her stuff, Trixie's car wouldn't start. So she had to use the bus." Her body shudders viciously after saying that. "An experience that Trixie does not want to repeat anytime soon. And later on, Ms. Cherilee decided on giving a pop quiz in History, which she is sure that she failed miserably on."

"Well, perhaps I could be of assistance, at least as far as your car troubles are concerned." You say. "I just so happen to know a thing or two about cars." Trixie's eyes light up upon hearing that.

"That would make the Great and Powerful Trixie very happy if you could fix her car." She says before you hear a muffled growling sound emanating from her stomach. "But first, Trixie's tummy demands sustenance."

"Alright." You reply, turning the key in the ignition. "Want the ac on?" You ask. Since it was mid-spring, that meant the temperature was getting warmer. Thus, the temperature inside the car was uncomfortably hot as both you and Trixie were visibly sweating.

"Yes. Trixie doesn't like feeling like she is in an oven." Trixie replies, wiping some sweat off of her forehead. You take your hand that had your keys in it and wipe your forehead, only to stop as a familiar scent made itself known. You'd know that smell anywhere after the events of last night. Your keys still carried a faint lingering scent of Adagio Dazzle, more specifically, her nether region.

"At least I'll see them again in a couple of days." You think as your car pulls out onto the main road. The trip between Canterlot High and Sugarcube Corner didn't last long though. Only a few minutes passed before you were parked outside the little cafe. As you get out of the car, you take this opportunity to stretch your arms. They were still a bit sore from all of the events of what happened the night before, especially from the rather memorable rope climb. As you stretch, you catch Trixie staring at your muscles. Sure they weren't close to as big as Bulk Biceps' muscles, but they were bigger than the average person. "Like what you see here, Trixie?" You ask in a playful tone.

Trixie's face turns a deep shade of red as she immediately looks away. "Don't be absurd!" Trixie replies. "Trixie has better things to look at than your big, good looking arms." She immediately covers her mouth after saying that as her face turns redder. You respond with a little burst of laughter. "You didn't hear that!" Trixie yells before walking inside.

"Well... that was unexpected." You think as you start walking towards the building that Trixie had just entered. "But then again, no one can resist the gun show." Placing your hand on the door, you can see through the glass that Trixie is already at the counter, looking at the menu. Pushing on the door, you walk inside, making the little bell over the door ring. Trixie looks back towards you with those dark purple eyes and motions for you with her finger to join her at the counter. As you walk up, Mrs. Cake, one of the owners of the cafe, comes up to the register.

"Welcome back, Trixie." She says in a cheerful tone. "The usual for you?"

"Yes please." Trixie replies.

"Very well. And for you, good sir?" She asks, turning to look at you.

"I'll just have three blueberry muffins and a coffee." You reply.

"Okie dokie." Mrs. Cake says as she pushes a few buttons on the register. "That'll be $10.75, please." You watch as Trixie starts reaching for her pocket.

"Ah ah ah." You say, making her arm freeze. "The gentleman always pays on a date." After hearing that, Trixie's cheeks begin to turn red again.

"Aww... how sweet." Mrs. Cake says as you pay for the food. "Reminds me of when the husband and I went on our first date."

"Lets not get carried away now." You think as Mrs. Cake gives you both your orders. Trixie's order consists of two slices of chocolate cake and an iced vanilla latte. "So that's your usual?" You ask as you both walk over to an empty table and sit down.

"Yes." Trixie replies. "The smell of the chocolate makes Trixie smile whenever the smell hits her nose. And also, thanks."

"For what?"

"For paying." Trixie replies. "No one has ever paid for Trixie's meal before. Not even on a date."

"Wow." You reply. "You're serious?" Her response was a simple, but slow nod. "That just isn't right."

"Quite so." She replies before putting a piece of cake into her mouth. As you take a bite out of one of your muffins, you take a look out of the window. Noticing several students walking down the sidewalk, you take a look at your watch. The time is 3:30, so school had just dismissed for the day. Turning to face Trixie, who is now drinking her latte with her eyes closed, you only look at her for a second before she lets out a satisfying moan as she enjoys the cold beverage. She opens her eyes just in time to catch you looking at her before you look away. "Care to try a sip?" She asks, holding the cup out towards you.

"Oh uh..." You studder. The fact that a cute girl is asking to share a drink with you is uncharted territory. You haven't really gone on many dates to know what usually goes on other than the guy pays for the food. "I would..." You reply. "But I don't have a straw."

"Nonsense." Trixie replies. "You may use Trixie's." Slowly, you take the cup out of Trixie's hand and pull it close to your face. You notice a thin strand of Trixie's saliva is left on the straw as you pull it up to your lips. Not thinking anything of it, you place the straw in your mouth and proceed to get a small gulp of her drink as she looks on.

"Not bad." You say, handing the drink back to her. "Not exactly a latte guy, but it's pretty good." After saying that, you take a swig of your coffee before finishing off the first of your muffins. "So, I see you have a band in the competition." You say in an effort to keep things from getting boring.

"Yes. Trixie and the Illusions to be precise." She says before drinking more of her latte. "We are sure to win this competition no matter who they place against us."

"Does that include the Dazzlings?" You ask, noticing a slight shade of green appearing in her eyes for a brief moment when you said their name.

"Hmm... perhaps the Dazzlings may be the only band out of all of them who would pose a threat." She says, continuing on as though nothing weird had happened.

"Mind control for the win." You think before starting in on your second muffin. "Well, I hope you and your band do well."

"Thank you." She replies, giving a warm smile on her face towards you.

"No problem, always happy to lend some support."

"Not just for that." She says, making you raise an eyebrow in confusion. "Thank you for also agreeing to take Trixie out on this date. Believe it or not, most guys don't even talk to her."

"What?" You say playfully. "Come on. A cute girl like you?" You say before immediately covering your mouth. The effort was in vain though. Trixie had heard what you just said and was now staring at you with her dark purple eyes as a smile appears on her face.

"Y-you really think Trixie is... cute?" She asks sheepishly, her cheeks beginning to blush.

"Well... yeah." You say, cheeks blushing slightly as well. "I'm honestly surprised that you say that no guy will talk to you."

"It's true though. But who knows... maybe Trixie no longer has to worry about it."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll find out in time." She says, pulling out her phone to check the time. "Speaking of time, we should get going if we want to get to the theater before it gets crowded." You nod your head in agreement before you both stand up at the same time. Walking towards the door, you feel Trixie tap you on the shoulder. Looking over, you notice her hand is open and facing towards you.

"No harm in a little hand holding, I guess." You think as you move your hand close to hers. She takes a hold of it, slowly sliding her fingers in between yours as you both push open the doors and walk out into the warm afternoon sun. As you both walk to your car, you note that Trixie squeezes your hand a bit. Letting go, you walk around to the driver's side as she hops in on her side. But once your hand is back within reach, she takes hold of it again after you start the engine. "Clingy type I see." You think as you pull out onto the main road.

The route from Sugarcube Corner to the Canterlot Theater is a bit longer than going to the cafe from Canterlot High. As you sit at busy intersections, you use the opportunity to glance over at Trixie, who is staring at you with her lidded eyes and very noticeable smile. Coming up to the theater, you can already see that the place is crowded. "Well..." You say as you drive past. "Looks like we came too late."

"Darn." Trixie replies. "Oh well. More time at the beach then."

"I'd need to stop back at my place to pick up a swimsuit before we go there." You say as you start turning down a road that leads to your apartment.

"Alright cutie." She replies, making your eyes light up in response.