Catherine stared in disbelief. It's the same guy, it's the chimney sweep and he's acting like we've never even met! Like he's playing a game with me...

"Catherine!" Emma spouted, giving her a motherly look. Ollie continued his deceitful grin as he awaited her response.

"Nice to meet you," Catherine simply replied. "Not to be rude, but would you gentlemen excuse us?" she asked, tugging on Emma's arm. Solomon looked on curiously, as Ollie gave an arrogant nod. Catherine smiled halfheartedly and hurried away with Emma, bewildered.

"What is wrong with you?" Emma asked, quite disturbed as her friend's sudden change of behavior.

"I know him!" Catherine gritted between her teeth. "He's the chimney sweep that came to my house this morning! Woke me up and then gave me an attitude when I asked him to keep it down because people were trying to sleep! That arrogant pig-"

"Whoa, honey, slow down." Emma said, trying her best to calm Catherine down.

"Why didn't you tell me he's Solomon's friend?"

"I didn't know you had met him!" Emma defended. "So that's why you were in a bad mood this morning."

"Yes," Catherine cut in sharply, "And now he's acting like we've never met before! Oh!" she huffed loudly, "He's so..."

"Well look," Emma said, "I'm sure he didn't mean any harm. Ollie's playful and he likes to test people's nerve sometimes. It's just him. I don't want you two startin' off on bad terms-"

"You make it sound like we're going steady!"

"No," Emma cut in, "I'm not. I'm just sayin' I don't want you two startin' off bad if a friendship can come out'a this. So play nice, okay?" Catherine continued her glare at Emma. "What?"

"Did you know about him with this?"

"About what?"

"Me and him "meeting" this morning? Did he tell Solomon and Solomon told you?"

Emma laughed at Catherine's paranoia. "Calm down, girl. I didn't know anything: I promise." she said in a mock-pitiful tone, followed with a giggle. Catherine steamed. "Just try to get along with him. You never know what'll happen, okay?"


"That's her!" Ollie grinned.

"Yeah, I thought that was Catherine you were tellin' me 'bout. She didn't look too happy to be meetin' you, though."

"Or sound it, either," Ollie replied with a smile.

"You're enjoying yourself, though," Solomon said, an interested look on his face.

"Yeah well," Ollie paused, "I'm kind of interested in this girl."

"She don't look too interested in you."

"Just give it a night," Ollie replied, seeing the girls as they were heading back over. Catherine still looked gravely annoyed as she stood stiff by Emma's side.

"So," Emma breathed, "Shall we get started?" She smiled at Solomon, who returned the grin: they both knew what was going on and both had the same idea. Grabbing Solomon's hand, they rushed ahead into the crowd. Of course, they were yelling for Ollie and Catherine, but knew they'd lose them in all the people, so that they'd be forced to spend time together.

But, Catherine didn't give up so easily. Right after them, she rushed, with Ollie behind her. However, their attempt to run worked and they were soon lost in the crowds of people. Catherine steamed: I'm gon'a kill her, for this! Ollie finally caught up, coming to Catherine's side.

"So," he paused, "What now?" His grin had returned.

Catherine was almost to the point of a temper-tantrum. "I don't know who you think you are, Oliver Blackerby-"

"Ollie," he cut in, "You can call me Ollie; everyone else does."

"What's with you, huh?" she demanded. "Are you just trying to ruin my vacation here? Because you're doing a damned good job! And another thing-"

"Wait," he cut her off, "What's with me? I'm not the one who ran off and ditched you, am I?"

"I'm better off by myself here, anyway," she replied, beginning to walk away quickly.

"You're gon'a get lost because you don't know your way around, yet. You're better off stickin' with me" he called out. Catherine stopped, turning towards him.

"And what makes you think I need you to help me?" she asked, her spoilt ways shining through now in her attitude.

"Well, you probably don't," he said softly, taking Catherine by surprise, "But I'd like to show you around." Catherine looked at him strangely. What's with this guy? And then, the answer came just as quick as the question: A real charmer.

"Let me guess," she said, drawing out her words with her Southern accent, "I'm suppose to fall for your sweetness right now, let you guide me around this fair for the night, have you sweep me right off my feet, and I'm another easy win, right?" Catherine stood now, with her hands on her hips, looking up to Ollie.

Ollie shrugged. "Only if you want."

Catherine smirked and chuckled sarcastically. But then that sarcasm actually turned into a real laugh. Ollie stood, his face completely covered by a mask she couldn't identify.

"I don't know," she said simply. Ollie shrugged again, and turned to walk away.

"You never asked my name, you know!" he heard her call out. Ollie stopped and turned around. Catherine walked over, now completely innocent.

"And what's your name?"

"I'm Catherine," she held out her hand limply. "Nice to meet you."

Ollie smiled, taking her small hand in his and giving it a gentle shake.

"Well, Catherine," he said, "What would you like to see first?

"Actually, I'm hungry."

Ollie smiled. Not more than twenty minutes ago he had stuffed himself full of hotdogs and swore to never touch food again. But, for Catherine, what's another 'dog?


At a small picnic table, they sat facing each other. It was still awkward, so Catherine decided to try and break the ice.

"So you're a chimney sweep, huh?" she said, taking a small bite. Ollie finished chewing completely and swallowed before answering.

"Yeah," he said simply.

"What made you want to go into the chimney sweeping business?" she asked seriously. This made Ollie laugh. "What?" she said, a confused smile on her face.

"What made me want to go into the chimney sweeping business?" he repeated her question, a little mockery in his tone. "I don't think I've ever been asked that question before." To Catherine, he almost sounded stunned. "Well, at about twelve years old, I was given a choice to either continue school with my mother, she's a school teacher-"

"A school teacher," Catherine added, sounding interested.

"Yeah, I could either go to school more or start work. Well, I just wasn't made for school, so I chose work."

"So you chose to sweep chimneys?"

"No," he chuckled, "Not really. See, my daddy worked in a lumberyard and that was my other choice: workin' with him. And I didn't wan'a be in the lumberyard. And see, a friend of my daddy's at the lumberyard, one day, told him his brother was in need of chimney sweepers. So, Daddy volunteered me and here I am, today."

"Oh," Catherine replied.

"Not what you expected?" Ollie added, a little hurt at Catherine's short reply.

"No, not really." she said, not knowing what to really say to his response. So, she changed the subject.

"So your father works in a lumberyard and your mother's a school teacher?" she said nervously.

"Yeah. It's just me, my parents, and my siblings."

"You have siblings?" Catherine perked up. Ollie nodded. "How many?"

"Three brothers and one sister: Owen, Orville, Orson, and..." he stopped. Catherine looked confused and gestured to him finishing the sentence.

"Hey, you know what I just realized!" he exclaimed. Catherine giggled.

"What?"

"You share the same name as my sister: Catherine."

"Really!" she exclaimed back, slight mockery. "Her's even spelled the same way as mine?"

"Well, how is your name spelled?" he asked, playing the game of sarcasm and flirting.

"C-A-T-H-E-R-I-N-E."

"Well, by God, what a coincidence! Catie's is spelled the same way!"

Catie, she thought, What a cute nickname.

"So," Ollie paused.

"So?" Catherine replied.

"Well, my family's having a get-together tomorrow and I was wondering if you'd like to join us?"

"Oh," Catherine stuttered. "Well, I...I don't know...I..."

"Have I bitten yet?" Ollie asked simply. Catherine looked on confused.

"Excuse me-"

"Have I bitten yet?" he asked again.

"No." she replied, bewildered.

"Then what are you afraid of?" he asked, a hint of smile on his face.

Catherine grinned, shaking her head and sighing. Finally she spoke: "Sure."