I am writing your chapter off of my phone because I am in Branson, MO without a computer. Yeah I know it's been a while but I didn't really want to write anything for lack of reviews...its kinda depressing. Happy Thanksgiving all my Jesus Freaks! Lol yeah listening to some more tobyMac...anyways you wanna anotha chappie? Haha you got anotha chappie! Onward!

The air was whipping at her dusky grey and white face as she quietly jingled the keys into the lock and sat down on the rusted, wrought iron park bench left of the diner. It was nearly 7 and she had ditched the work uniform and opted not to wear Lola's purple dress, trading it for a nice pair of jeans and a pretty floral print dress shirt. Honey's long ears had been let down from their tightly wound bow and pony-tail, leaving them with slight kinks in the middle that bounced whenever she moved. She kinda liked the way they flowed, all free and casualy comfortable. The little rose she had plucked from a floral boutique during lunch hour was pressed between her chilled paws. She had thought that it would be a cute gift for Bugs but was now second guessing it, thinking it childish and petty. She started up to go and drop it in the garbage can a few feet to her right.

"Eh, hon? Where's you goin?" a voice behind her asked.

She jumped up, letting out a small shriek. When she came down, she landed on patch of ice and started slipping and sliding around, her small heels unable to grip the slippery surface.

"Hang on, hon! I gotcha," the grey buck started towards his date. He finally caught her and brought her upright again, "Why does it always seem that I'm always catching you?" he asked with a mischievous smile.

"Maybe it's because you are," Honey replied glumily, brushing her pants off and standing upright.

"It was a joke, hon," he explained, still not releasing her gloved hand. Bugs' smile lit up Honey's heart, making her forget her clumsiness for a moment, lost in the depths of his deep black eyes.

"Oh," she said sheepishly, dropping her eyes and wringing her hands, one of which had been removed from Bugs' hand.

"Let's go," he laughed, leading her along the street, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as she started to shiver, "Why don't we stop by your apartment and get your coat," he suggested, her breath starting to get heavy.

"Oh, um, I don't have a coat," she answers, sheepishly, "Me and my sister share the one we have,"

Bugs mentally kicked himself, "Oh, Honey, I'm sorry...," he said, "I didn't mean anything by it, honest,"

"I know," Honey smiled.

"Tell you what," he said, stopping and facing her, "I myself need a new coat too. Why dont we hit the mall first. We can get matching ones," he smiled.

"You'd do that for me?"

"Of course," he said, "Maybe I can get a better deal on it if we buy two instead of one,"

"Just let me get my purse...," she said as they changed directions, and digging around her purse for the wallet that held only a few small bills.

He gently put his hand on top of hers, softly pushing her wallet back into the small purse, "I got it, Honey," he whispered, patting her hand.

"Bugs! I can't let you buy me a coat!" she exclaimed.

"Why not?"

"You-you barely know me!" she sputtered, throwing up her hands.

"I know you're a very hard working, pretty, kind, young women in need of a coat and I know that im able to help that. So just let me buy the coat? Please?"

She looked around a little bit and then returned to staring into his face, locking gazes with him once more and smiled, "Oh...ok. I guess. Anything to help Bugs Bunny,"

Bugs laughed, "After you, fair maiden,"

Honey giggled as she took his offered hand again and the began their stroll down main street, on their way to the department stores.