Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop

"Hey Faye, I think that guy over there is checkin' you out!" squealed Linda, my best friend.
I looked up in the direction she was pointing in and spotted a man on a bar stool, he was in fact staring at me.
As I studied his mossy green hair, and tall lanky frame I pondered whether or not I should go over and talk to him.
"Good evening ladies," a waitress greeted them as she placed a bottle of expensive alcohol on the small round table. "This is from the man across the room," she explained, gesturing to the green haired man.
Faye couldn't help but blush, it's been a long time since a man had bought her a drink at a club.
"I told you he was checking you out, why don't you go over to him?" Linda pressured, flipping her fiery red curly hair over her shoulder.
"What! I can't do that," I gasped, I knew that I really looked nice today, but I never guessed that I looked thaat good. "Maybe I should let Linda do my make-up more often," I thought with a small chuckle. "Okay, okay I'll go over to him.
I slowly got off my seat and walked over to him casually.
"Hey," he said softly as I sat on the barstool next to his.
His two toned eyes startled me. "Hey," I replied, trying to sound casual.
They were both uncomfortable. The silence between them was awkward.
"Thanks for the drink," I said finally, breaking the silence.
"No problem," he replied.
"Whaaaaat? I-can't-hear-you!" I said loudly, trying to be heard over the loud music was near impossible.
My heart almost skipped a beat when I felt his hand take mine. He then began to lead me out side.
The cold and crisp air was refreshing.
"Is this better?" he asked me.
I gave him a small smile in response.
"Much better," I replied. I'm not really a party person, I prefer peace and quiet, but I always allow Linda to drag me out to these parties.
"Do you want to go somewhere?" he asked me.
I simply nodded and followed his lead.
He led me through the dark streets, eventually we came upon a small park by a river.
The bench I sat on was cold, but strangely, I felt warmer when he came and sat next to me.
"The water's beautiful isn't it?" he asked, his voice smooth and soothing.
"Yeah, it is," I replied, watching the star's sparkling reflection on the dark water.
"What's you're name?" he asked me after a few moments silence.
"Faye," I replied, the name rolling off my tongue.
"Faye... It's a pretty name," he told me. Some how, it sounded much better when he said it.
"What's yours?" I asked him in return. Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop

"Spike," he said simply.
I turned to look at him. "How unusual," I joked.
Although I couldn't quite make out the look on his face I knew he was smiling.
"Do you go to that club often?" he asked me.
"I guess, not by choice though," I explained.
"Dragged in by a friend?" he asked.
I laughed in return. "How did he know?" I asked myself.
"Same here," he replied with a chuckle.
They spent the rest of the night getting to know each other.
I glanced at my watch, my heart almost jumped out of my throat when I saw that it was almost one o'clock.
"Oh crap, I'm sorry Spike, but I really have to get home!" I explained, hoping he'd understand.
"It's all right, can I walk you home?" he asked her.
I thought about it for a while,a nd then decided, why not?
"Sure," she said, getting up and walking towards her home.
Within twenty minutes they found themselves in front of her home. It was a large four story home, it looked like a mansion.
"Wow, it's a really nice house," he said in astonishment.
I simply smiled and shrugged, there are benefits of being the daughter of a mob boss.
"When can I see you again?" he asked me.
"How about tomorrow, in the same park, at five o'clock?" I asked.
"Sounds perfect," he replied.
We said out good nights and then he walked away, and I entered the gate and headed for the door.

Authors Notes: I know that it's not that exciting yet, but don't worry I have a lot planned. Please review!