Taking step after careful step, you walk to Nurse Redheart's door. You breathe in, then breathe out. Looking down at your suit, you give yourself a mental pep talk.

'Alright, Anon. You've worked hard to get this far,' you gently think. 'Don't fuck this up for yourself, dumbass.'

Nailed it.

You make three, careful knocks on the door. Then, you pause, realizing you knocked the exact same way Fluttershy does. Well, this is a weird role reversal.

Quickly, you add a fourth, off beat knock. Now you just feel REALLY awkward. Is she going to wonder why the fourth knock was off rhythm from the rest of them? OH GOD. MAXIMUM PALMS ARE SWEATY ALERT. BAIL OUT, ANON. PULL THE RED CORD AND PULL THE CHUTE! You hear a twisting on the doorknob.

It's all over now.

The door opens and standing on the other side, wearing a silken dress, is Nurse Redheart. She smiles at you, blushing, her ice blue eyes matches her dress to the very shade. Her gorgeous pink hair is let down, but expertly prepared. At the very least, it's a massive change from the hair bun you're used to seeing.

"Hey there," Nurse Redheart says. "How do I look?"

You take a deep breath, trying to find the right words to say.

"Like a goddess," you reply.

The edges of her cheeks develop a deep crimson hue as she steps out beside you and locks the door to her home.

"Well, let's go! We don't want to be late now do we?" she says with a nervous chuckle.

"Lead the way," you say with a smile

Taking your seat in the audience, the lights go down for the play to begin. Nurse Redheart sits to your right and you sneak private glances just to drink in her beauty. On the third time, not paying attention to the play, you notice she's doing the exact same thing. A flutter rises in your chest as your heart beats faster.

She smiles and, instead of backing away, looks into your eyes. And you look right back. You can smell the perfume she's wearing, which reminds you of summer lilies. Lifting your hand from your lap, you take a risk, and move it onto her hoof. Your skin touches her gentle white fur and she presses back, holding your hand. She beams back at you as she looks up to the play.

You turn your attention too. Then, feel a hard kick on the back of your seat, causing you to lurch forward to the ground. Your eyes go wide, and you do your best to stifle a curse among the other fancily dressed pony. Redheart stares at you as you rise to your feet. Standing up directly in front of your seat, you look to the row behind you to find your assailant.

Fluttershy sits directly behind you with a wide smile. You cast a look of impending death as you sit back down.

Suddenly, you feel something hovering behind your left ear.

"I sure hope cockblocks are your fetish, Anon," whispers Fluttershy, maliciously.

"Don't. Do. This," you mutter.

"Is something wrong?" Nurse Redheart whispers to you.

You turn to your date with a false smile, trying to ignore the pony shooting violent glances into the back of your head.

"Oh! No! Nothing! Just a little jumpy. Caffeine messes with humans a bit."

"Ooh. I see," Redheart says with a smile, taking your hand and holding it in her hoof once more.

"No worries, I'm having a great time," you reply.

That was a fucking terrible time.

Once you finally stood up, you nearly collapsed from the bruises on your back. You managed to stifle all of your yelps of pain by biting your lip, but now you're pretty sure that's blood in your mouth. Making your way out of the aisle, you walk Redheart out of the theater, sneakily casting glances behind you when you aren't looking.

It looks like you lost her.

You sigh some relief as you walk Redheart back to her home.

"I had a really nice time," she says, walking exceptionally close to you, her body leaning against your leg.

"So did I. I don't have the chance to go do nice things that often. This was a really nice change of pace for me," you reply.

Redheart giggles and looks up to you.

"Well, then we will have to do things together more often then," she says.

You look down to her, your head tilted.

"Oh really? Are we past the 'just dating stage' then?" you ask.

She puts on a coy smile and looks at you from the corner her eye.

"Well, are we?" she asks.

A blush rises to your cheeks.

"I know I wouldn't mind, well. Making it official," you reply.

"Then official it is."

"Awesome! I'll make the article for the town paper." You wave your hand in front of you, displaying a headline. "Redheart and Anonymous: madly in love."

Redheart laughs, and stops once you reach her door.

"Have I ever told you that you're kinda cute."

You smile, looking down at the pony.

"No, I don't think so," you reply.

"Then, how about I tell you a secret?" she says.

"Yeah? What's that?"

She motions a hoof to bring your ear down closer. You bend down, leaning your ear towards her mouth. She takes a hoof on your cheek away from her, and pulls your face to hers. You feel her lips connect to yours, and taste the sweetness of her strawberry chapstick. A tingle comes in your cheeks as your chest flies to the sky. Your eyes close, placing a hand to her face, feeling her soft snow-white fur.

She breaks the kiss, looking into your eyes from just inches away.

"Keep that a secret for me?" she says softly.

"On my honor," you reply.

"Good night, Anon," she says with a smile, placing a hoof on her door, opening it, and then stepping inside.

You straighten up and walk away from Redheart's with a newfound spring in your step.

Once you round the first corner to your home, you find a yellow pegasus staring at you across the street, the moonlight outlining her figure. Stopping, the two of you stare at each other, neither budging for the other. You take a step, but she does not move. Taking another, she does not follow. You continue the rest of the way home, your eye continuously watching over your shoulder.