Blair hurried out of Fannie Mae, in his hand a large box of Godiva liqour filled chocolates. The perfect distraction for his date tonight with Lydia. Not that she wasn't a nice girl or anything, she just wasn't who Blair really wanted to be with. He really wanted to spend Valentine's Day with Jim. Blair inwardly sighed. "Oh well. At least these spiked chocolates will get me tipsy enough to enjoy myself." Back at the Loft, Jim idly fingered one of the red roses he'd bought for his date tonight. With a sigh, Jim inhaled deeply, smelling the pungent fragrence. He wasn't looking forward to this date, it wasn't that she wasn't sweet and pretty, it was just, well, "I want to be with Blair." Jim thought to himself. With his fingers still brushing the rose, Jim closed his eyes, thinking of Blair... "Jim! JIM!! Please Jim, COME ON!!!!" Jim was suddenly aware of Blair, who was inches away from his face. "Huh? Blair?" he stuttered, confused. The last thing he remembered was smelling the roses, thinking of Blair. "Are you okay?" Blair asked with concern written all over his face (which was still quite close to Jim's). "Yeah, I'm okay, what happened?" "You must've zoned, I've been trying to get you out of it for like, 10 minutes! Jesus James, you scared the hell out of me!! This is the longest ever!! What in the world did you zone-out on?!" Stunned by Blair's outburst and calling him "James" and still a bit off from the zone-out, Jim just opened his mouth and blinked. "Jim? Are you alright? Oh geez, sit down." Blair guided the dumb-founded sentinel to the sofa and sat him down, sitting thight to thigh next to him. "alright Jim," Blair said in a calm, soothing fashion. "Lets just relax for a second and try to get our bearings, 'kay?" Seniors Life Insurance | Get Paid to Blog | Save Money On Insurance | Jewelry Directory | Find a Realtor