For the sake of onlookers, she kept a worried-nervous look on her face but Lexi was actually thinking in a completely different manner. She was debating on what she could do to get out of this. She could kick the guy in the teeth and as long as she ducked when she did it, the gunfire wouldn’t hit her but that would leave the possibility of his hand dropping and shooting her in the foot; and that would suck. She could dodge to one side and punch the man square in the temple and knock him out, but Peter was pretty straight forward on; while you’re out of the costume and people were around, it was important to keep your physical actions to a minimum. This explained his ability to put up with the fact that he would get shoved into lockers and not fight back when he got beaten up. She finally understood and now she stopped questioning him; except the whole ‘save yourself before me’, that just wasn’t going to happen.

The words of not reacting in Lexi form as Catwoman, she began to count. [i]1… 2… 3… 4… 5…[/i] Lexi didn’t even make it to 6 before she heard the familiar wise cracking antics of her hero. As she felt the gun move from her head she jumped forward and turned around to let out a playful gasp of surprise seeing Spider-Man there; of course her surprise wasn’t that he was there but the fact that he was so quick. “Thank you Spider-Man, always looking out for us.” She waved him good bye as he sprang off with the man which was super cute. So he got her flowers and chocolates; funny because she got him something too.

Walking into the restaurant, she wiped her forehead and placed her hand against her heart, acting as though she was shocked and surprised about the situation that just happened when; as much as she wanted to be, she wasn’t. She knew she could rely on Peter and if he hadn’t been there she knew she could have taken care of herself, but as always, it was nice to know she was loved and looked out for. It was awkward walking through the restaurant considering she was stopped by both patrons and staff to ask her if she was okay. She went through about ten people before the restaurant seemed to be at the complete understanding that she was okay. While she appreciated the concern of the people, it was a little over-reactive since she was saved by Spider-Man and all.

She did find the booth with the floors and chocolates, only to grin a cheesy cheeky grin as she stood there; knowing full well that Peter couldn’t be far off, she could hear him coming back. At his arrival she turned to him and gave him a small nod before he called her beautiful and her cheek flushed a shade of pink as he kissed her and grew even more of a red as he gave her the flowers and box of chocolates. “Aw… you remembered.” She said in a cheeky teasing voice before leaning up and giving him a gentle kiss on the lips. Pulling back she gave him a bright smile and sniffed the flowers. “I knew my hero could never forget.” Once they sat down, she reached inside of her bag and pulled out a semi-small box. 

“I got something for you as well.” Lexi’s voice was filled with playfulness and excitement as she handed him the box wrapped in blue with a red bow (charming no?). Inside the wrapped box sat the newest camera lens made for Peter’s make and model of his camera. Before he started to open it she stated a few things, “First this isn’t just from me, it’s from my parents too. They are very happy we’re together and my dad said something about telling you ‘thank you for keeping your promise.’” Of course Lexi had no idea what that meant but Peter would know that was about her father making him promise to look after her after the death-near death experience. “Secondly, you’re not allowed to ask for the receipt to return it. And Thirdly…” She reached her hand out and placed it onto one of his. “You have to use it on us first.” By that she meant that she wanted the first photo to be taken using that lens to be one of them together; but he’d figure that out when he opened the box. With that she leaned back and picked up her flowers smelling them softly as she watched him unwrap his present. Of course, she couldn’t hold the flowers to her nose for very long; not because she didn’t like them but because she could smell them just fine gently on the table next to her… and the disgusting cologne of the man three tables down from them. BLAH!