Jen blinked, still processing what had just happened. "What did Grandpa even say?" she asked as the waiter walked away.
Michael shrugged his eyes going back to the menu, seeing the price Micheal's sweat dropped, and he looked at Jen who also had the same expression.
"Good afternoon, sir and miss. I trust you're finding the menu to your liking?" the waiter asked as he approached their table. He glanced between Jen and Micheal, both of whom seemed flustered—blushing from either shyness or the pressure of deciding what to order.
"Do you have any recommendations?" Jen asked, her voice polite but slightly hesitant.
The waiter raised an eyebrow, a small, knowing smile appearing on his face. "Of course, miss. Would you prefer something light and elegant, or perhaps something more hearty and filling?" he replied, as he flipped the menu over.
Jen glanced at Micheal for a moment before answering. "Something light, I think," she said, offering a small smile.
The waiter nodded. "In that case, may I suggest our signature herb-crusted salmon with a side of roasted vegetables? It's one of our lighter but flavorful dishes. And for you, sir?"
Micheal, still slightly flustered, quickly scanned the menu. "Uh... I'll have the steak special," he said, clearing his throat. "Medium rare, please."
"Excellent choices," the waiter said, jotting down their orders. "Do you wish to order any desserts as well?" he asked with a polite smile.
Jen shook her head gently, still blushing from the earlier exchange. "We'll pass for now," she said with a small laugh. "Let's see if we have room after the meal."
The waiter nodded. "Of course, I'll have your orders prepared right away. Please enjoy." With that, he walked off, leaving the two alone again.
Micheal turned to Jen, his eyes softening. "You're really good at this whole 'fancy restaurant' thing," he teased lightly, trying to ease the tension.
"I can't just embarrass myself in front of my boyfriend now, can I?" Jen teased, leaning closer to the table with a playful smile. "Plus, I can't ruin this special day," she added, her tone softening.
Micheal sighed, his own smile growing as he looked at her. "Du kannst mir niemals den Tag verderben," (You can never ruin my day.) he said gently, his voice filled with sincerity.
Jen's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink as his words settled over her. She looked down at her hands, fidgeting slightly, and muttered something under her breath.
"What was that?" Micheal asked, leaning forward, his curiosity piqued.
"N-nothing!" she stammered, her voice flustered, though the small, shy smile tugging at her lips betrayed her. She quickly picked up her glass of water, trying to hide her embarrassment, but Micheal's amused expression told her he wasn't buying it.
Jen quickly looked around for a distraction and spotted the waiter approaching their table. Her face lit up with relief as he set down their dishes.
"Here you go, please enjoy," the waiter said politely, placing their plates before them.
Jen immediately focused on the beautifully arranged food, her earlier flustered state momentarily forgotten. "This looks amazing," she said, her tone eager as she picked up her fork.
Micheal chuckled at her sudden shift in attention. "This time it's not Venom's fault?" he teased gently, earning a playful glare from Jen.
"Shush and eat your food," she shot back, though her smile betrayed her playful mood.
Micheal nodded and began to focus on his meal, but Jen clearly had other ideas. She sliced a tender piece of her salmon and held it out to him with her fork, leaning slightly over the table.
"Say 'ahh,'" she teased, her playful grin widening as she edged the fork closer to his face.
With a sigh of defeat and a smile tugging at his lips, Micheal leaned forward slightly and took the bite. "Jetzt glücklich?" (Happy now?) he asked after chewing, trying to hide his embarrassment.
Jen giggled, sitting back in her chair. "Very. You're so cute when you're flustered," she teased, earning a groan from Micheal.
"Now it's your turn," Jen said with a playful smile, enjoying the flustered look on Micheal's face.
Micheal hesitated for a moment, then picked up a piece of steak and gently offered it to her. As she took the bite, a soft, appreciative moan escaped her lips, making Micheal blush even deeper.
Micheal's face turned even redder as Jen closed her eyes, savoring the taste of the steak. She opened them, still smiling, and teased, "I didn't realize you were such a gentleman, Micheal."
He chuckled nervously, his embarrassment showing as he pushed a lock of hair behind his ear. "It's just... it's just food," he muttered, trying to deflect.
Jen leaned back in her chair, watching him with amusement. "You know, I think I might just get used to this," she said with a wink, making Michael's heart race again.
After a few minutes, they had finished their meal. The waiter returned with the bill, and Micheal couldn't help but sweat nervously as he glanced at the total.
"150! Nur für etwas Steak und Lachs?" he muttered under his breath, making sure the waiter couldn't hear. (150! Just for some steak and salmon)
He quickly pulled out Max's credit card and handed it to the waiter. The waiter took the card without a word and disappeared for a while to process the payment.
The waiter returned with a polite smile, handing Micheal back the credit card after processing the payment. "Thank you for dining with us, Sir and Madam. We hope you had a wonderful experience."
Micheal, still slightly in shock from the total, nodded and muttered a quiet thanks. "Th-thank you," he said, trying to keep his composure as he tucked the card away.
Jen, noticing his discomfort, leaned over and playfully nudged him. "Relax, Micheal. You deserve it," she said with a soft smile, trying to ease his nerves. "Grandpa was generous enough to give it to you, remember?"
Micheal smiled back, though his face was still slightly flushed from the expense. "I know, but it's still a lot..." He let out a deep breath, feeling slightly better with Jen's reassuring words.
"Next time, you can take me somewhere expensive," she teased, flashing him a wink. "Just make sure you're ready to spend a little more."
As the afternoon sun began to set, the couple strolled through the lively streets, side by side, in a comfortable silence. Jen clung to Micheal's arm, her head resting against his shoulder as they walked.
The bustling city around them seemed to fade away as they made their way toward a small park nearby.
As they walked through the park, the peaceful atmosphere surrounding them made everything feel like it was in perfect harmony. A small river that ran through the park added to the serene ambiance, with its gentle flow providing a soft background murmur.
Jen glanced up at Micheal, noticing the calm, content expression on his face. He looked completely at ease as if the weight of the world had lifted, and at that moment, Jen felt a rush of affection for him. Without thinking, she leaned in, her lips just shy of his.
She tilted her head slightly, her heart racing as she closed the distance, but before she could reach his lips, she found herself a little too short. Instead, she gently kissed his cheek, her lips brushing his skin with the lightest touch.
Micheal froze for a second, his heart skipping a beat as he felt her kiss. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, but he didn't say anything right away. Instead, he turned his head slightly, his gaze meeting hers with a softness that made Jen's heart flutter.
"Das hätte man sagen können," (You could have said so) Micheal murmured with a teasing smile, his voice low and playful. Before Jen could respond, he leaned in and kissed her lips, the touch brief but sweet. He pulled back just as quickly
Jen stood there, utterly flustered, her face now a deep shade of red. She couldn't help but touch her lips, still tingling from the soft kiss Micheal had just given her. "You... You could've just... said something too," she stammered, trying to regain her composure, but her words came out in a jumble, her heart racing far faster than it should.
Micheal chuckled softly, his eyes full of warmth and amusement as he watched her. "I did, didn't I?" he teased, taking a step closer, his hand gently brushing against hers.
Jen's blush deepened at his teasing, and she quickly looked away, trying to hide the embarrassment. 'Why am I acting like this?' she thought, her mind racing. 'It's just a kiss... We've done this before!'
As they strolled out of the park, Micheal's eyes landed on the glowing marquee of a nearby movie theater. He slowed his pace and turned to Jen with a soft smile. "Wanna watch a movie?" he asked, his German accent coming out.
Jen looked up at the theater, then back at him, her face lighting up. "With you, I can watch anything," she replied, her voice laced with genuine affection.
As they approached the theater, Micheal's eyes lit up when he spotted a poster for Howl's Moving Castle. He turned to Jen, excitement clear on his face. "Wanna watch that?" he asked, pointing at the enchanting artwork of the animated masterpiece.
Jen tilted her head, studying the poster. "I've never seen any of those movies," she admitted, a hint of curiosity in her voice.
Micheal froze, staring at her in disbelief. "WAS? KOMM SCHON, DU VERPASST ETWAS TOLLES!" (What? Come on, you're missing out on something amazing!) he exclaimed, his excitement bubbling over as he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the ticket counter.
Jen barely had time to process what was happening as Micheal eagerly led them to the ticket counter. Before she knew it, he had purchased their tickets and handed one to her, his excitement practically radiating.
"Calm down," Jen said with a playful grin as they settled into their seats. "I don't see what you're so excited about."
Micheal leaned closer, his enthusiasm undeterred. "You'll see," he promised, his eyes glimmering with anticipation as the lights dimmed and the opening scenes of Howl's Moving Castle filled the screen.
After two hours of breathtaking animation, stunning art, and a story that tugged at the heartstrings, Jen wiped her eyes as they exited the theater. "It... it... it was so sad," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. Her watery eyes glistened in the fading light, and she sniffled softly.
Micheal chuckled, handing her a tissue from his pocket. "I told you it was amazing," he said, a hint of pride in his voice. "The best movies make you feel something."
Jen dabbed at her eyes and playfully glared at him. "Yeah, but you didn't warn me I'd end up like this!" she said, gesturing to her teary face. "Now I look like a mess."
Micheal smiled softly and reached out, gently brushing a tear from her cheek with his thumb. "You look perfect," he said simply, his words making her cheeks flush.
Caught off guard by his sincerity, Jen tried to hide her embarrassment by changing the subject. "Fine, fine, next time, I pick the movie," she said, her voice still tinged with emotion as they began to walk hand-in-hand down the street.
"But, would you like to watch more Studio Ghibli movies?" Micheal teased with a sly grin, already knowing the answer.
Jen looked at him, her expression still a mix of lingering emotion and curiosity. "I'll try more if they're as good as this one," she replied, attempting to sound indifferent, but her tone betrayed her budding interest.
Micheal chuckled knowingly. "Oh, trust me, they're all just as good—some might even be better," he said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. He could see the spark of intrigue in her eyes and knew he had her completely hooked.
Jen rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her smile. "Fine, but don't blame me if I cry at every single one," she said, leaning into him as they strolled down the sidewalk, as it was late in the evening and night was beginning to fall.
As they walked through the bustling streets on their way back to the Rust Bucket, Micheal glanced at the clock on a nearby building and froze. Panic set in as he realized the World Cup final was about to start. His eyes widened.
"SCHEISSE, JEN, WIR MÜSSEN UNS BEEILEN!" (SHIT, JEN, WE GOTTA HURRY!) he shouted, grabbing her hand and breaking into a run.
"W-why?!" Jen stammered, stumbling slightly as Micheal pulled her along. "The final! It's in five minutes!" he exclaimed, urgency dripping from every word as he quickened his pace.
Jen, noticing his unbridled excitement, smirked and abruptly stopped them both, pulling her hand free.
"Why are we stopping?!" Micheal cried, exasperated. "We don't have time for this!"
"I've got a better idea," Jen said confidently, flashing him a playful grin as she activated the Omnitrix, in a flash of green light, she transformed into XLR8.
"Turn into Shadow," Jen said with a sly smile, her tone playful yet determined.
Micheal blinked in confusion. "Why? You can already get us to the Rust Bucket faster than anyone," he pointed out, completely missing the subtle blush that crept up her cheeks.
"Just do it," she insisted, her smirk growing. "Trust me."
Sighing, Micheal shrugged and activated his Ultimatrix. A flash of green light later, he stood as Shadow, his black and crimson form radiating an air of silent power. "Alright, fine," he said, his deep, transformed voice carrying a hint of curiosity. "But why—"
"Follow me," Jen interrupted, her smirk turning mischievous as she took off in a burst of speed, she darted off ahead effortlessly.
"But the final..." Micheal groaned, glancing at the clock in the distance. He hesitated for a moment before sighing again and following her, matching her speed as they blurred through the city.
"You'll thank me later!" Jen teased, glancing back with a playful grin. "Jen, where are we going?" Micheal called after her, confusion and curiosity mingling in his tone as she darted out of the city.
"Trust me," she replied cryptically, her voice laced with excitement. "This'll be a date to die for."
Before he could question her further, she leaned into her stride and accelerated, reaching her top speed. "Catch me if you can!" she shouted over her shoulder, the sonic boom of her departure echoing in the air.
Micheal groaned but smirked despite himself. "Das sollte sich hoffentlich lohnen..." (This better be worth it...) he muttered under his breath before surging forward, his Shadow form easily matching her speed.
As he sprinted, the thought struck him 'Have I ever actually hit my top speed as Shadow? 'The notion intrigued him. While he could have easily outpaced her and ended this chase, the competitive spark in him urged him to push his limits.
Side by side, the two tore across the landscape, leaping over buildings, zipping through sprawling cities, and unknowingly countries, weaving past stunned onlookers. The thrill of the speed and the rush of the wind erased any lingering hesitation.
"Jen, the finals are in 1 minute! We need to go back!" Micheal shouted, keeping pace with her, his patience wearing thin.
Jen grinned, her energy bubbling over as she pushed herself even faster, but she had already hit her max speed. "Just enjoy the chase for one more minute," she said, her voice full of excitement.
Micheal whined, his voice tinged with frustration. "Jen!" he called out, before making the decision to speed up himself. In a blink, he was in front of her, effortlessly out-pacing her. He stopped abruptly, grabbing her shoulders. "Jen, come on!" he insisted, his voice rising in urgency. "We have to get back quickly, or— or— or the match!" He was moving in circles now, hands waving around frantically as he tried to emphasize the dwindling time.
Jen, however, just laughed. A playful smirk tugged at her lips as she raised a finger and pointed around them. "Look around," she teased, her voice dripping with mischief.
Micheal froze, confused. He glanced around, only to realize they were standing on a rooftop. "We're on a roof..." he started, his mind racing as he recognized the city around them.
"Wait a second, this is Berlin... and we're—" he trailed off, his eyes widening as realization dawned.
Jen cut him off with a triumphant grin. "In the stadium where the final's being held!" she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Micheal blinked, dumbfounded, as they both turned back into their human forms. He took in the massive stadium beneath them, the sounds of the crowd faintly reaching them even from this height. He couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Jen... thank you," he said, his voice full of gratitude as they sat on the edge of the rooftop, the opening ceremony of the World Cup final beginning below them.
Jen turned to him, her expression softening as she leaned against him. "Micheal... you're the most precious person I have. Of course, I want you to be happy," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity.
Micheal smiled warmly at her, then, without thinking, leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. When they pulled away, he grinned, a soft laugh escaping him. "This truly was a date to die for," he said, his voice full of contentment.
Jen smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling with affection. She then whispered something that made Micheal's heart skip a beat, something special, something he had said to her before,
"Michael Haschwalth Kaiser...... habe ich dir jemals gesagt, wie sehr ich dich liebe?" (Micheal Haschwalth Kaiser...... have I ever told you how much I love you)
Micheal's smile grew even wider as he leaned in, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "Viele Male... und jedes Mal verliebe ich mich noch mehr," (Many times... and each time, I fall in love even more) he replied, his voice tender.
They settled into a comfortable silence, the sounds of the cheering crowd below fading into the background as they embraced each other. The night sky stretched above them, a canvas of stars surrounding their own small world. The opening ceremony continued below, but in that moment, nothing else mattered. They were together, and that was enough.
Meanwhile, Max, Lucky, and Gwen were sitting on the couch, watching the World Cup final unfold on TV. The atmosphere in the room was tense, the match nearing its climax, but Gwen couldn't help but notice something—someone—was missing.
"Where's Micheal and Jen?" she asked, glancing at the clock. "They should be home by now."
Max leaned back in his chair, a casual smile tugging at his lips as he looked at the screen. "Probably having dinner and continuing their date," he said nonchalantly. His tone was light, but there was a glint in his eyes that suggested he knew more than he was letting on.
Lucky, who was perched beside Max, beeped in agreement, his robotic voice almost as casual as Max's. The two shared a secretive smile, their eyes flickering toward the TV. Gwen, oblivious at first, furrowed her brow, still concerned.
"Grandpa, you're not seriously suggesting they're just out... enjoying dinner, are you?" Gwen asked, narrowing her eyes.
Max didn't answer right away. Instead, he pointed toward the TV, where the camera panned
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