A/N: Wow. Apparently I'm pretty awful at this updating thing. Had a lot of stress in my world, so for that I apologize.

But anyway, here is the next chapter. I'm working on some Drama, so please bear with me. Anyway, here some new Daphne goodness. Let me know what you think.

And as always, thank you thank you thank you to Miss Redfield who has been a great support. Anywho, enjoy!

Hugs, kisses and cookies! ^.^ Miskumi

Daphne paced across her room, stopping for a moment now and then to look at herself in the mirror. She was dressed in a shimmery red dress, hair thrown back with a few playful tendrils framing her face, makeup subtle and shimmery to match her dress. Her heels clicked on the floor as she nervously paced and played with her nails, though she had to remind herself subtly to not ruin her polish. The lamp in her room flashed as the doorbell chimed through the house. Daphne stopped in her tracks, turning towards the door.

What was she doing? Sure, her brother had some cute friends, but most of them had the same gambling issues that Toby did. She didn't really need any help finding a guy, she could have any guy she wanted at Carlton, or even at Buckner for that matter. Not that she had had a boyfriend in her life since elementary school, but what did that matter? She had been having too much fun with Emmett and all of her other friends, so much so that she had almost failed her freshman year.

The door moved. Toby stuck his head through the door and waved. "Wow Daphne, you look great." He smiled at her, stepping into her room.

"Really? You don't think I'm over dressed?" She spread her arms, and looked down at herself. Toby smiled.

"Daphne, you look great." He stepped towards her, fixing a stray hair. "You look nervous." She looked up at her brother, chewing on her lip.

"I am." She admitted, her hands shaking. Toby took his sister by the hand and pulled her into a hug.

"Don't be worried. Don't be nervous." Daphne couldn't help but look away. "He won't hurt you, Daphne, or I will kill him for you."

"I'm not afraid of that." She smiled. "I'm nervous because, well, I haven't been on a date in, like, forever, and I don't even know who is downstairs waiting for me." Toby held her out at arms length and quirked an eyebrow at her.

"You will be pleasantly surprised, I'm sure." He spoke, running his hand down her arm and taking her fingers. "Now, lets not keep him waiting." Daphne stumbled slightly as Toby pulled her to the door and down the stairs.

The male from downstairs was definitely dressed to the point that Daphne no longer felt overdressed. His form was draped in suit pants and a jacket, and Daphne wouldn't be surprised to see him wearing a tie. The blonde hair on the top of his head was neatly styled and combed back, just the right amount of gel holding everything in place. She blinked a couple times and took a deep breath as he turned around. Daphne watched from the shine on his shoes, up the tailored leg of his pants, along his long torso, tailored dress shirt, and red tie. He stopped moving, and Daphne stopped at his eyes.

"Wilke?" She spoke, and he smiled, offering her a bouquet of flowers with an outstretched hand.

"You're surprised?" He asked. Toby clapped his friend on the back, smiling.

"Have fun you two." Toby looked at Daphne, and moved to leave the room. "Have her home by ten, Wilke, or I will kill you." He turned to his sister. "Text me if you need anything." Toby walked away before Daphne could respond.

"You look great." Wilke spoke, Daphne trying hard to catch his mouth as he talked.

"Slow down, slow down! I can't understand you when you talk that fast." She laughed. "I have to read your lips."

Wilke gave a chuckle and blushed slightly. "Sorry. I forget that you are deaf." He held out his arm to her. "Shall we go? We have reservations." Daphne took his elbow and allowed him to lead him out of the house towards his car. Maybe if she had known it was Wilke, she wouldn't have put so much effort into how she looked, and maybe she would have even blown him off.

"Wow, this place is amazing!" Daphne spoke as she and Wilke were seated at a table in the back corner. "How is it that- Nevermind. I won't ask." She gave a chuckle and Wilke smiled back at her.

"This is one of my parent's favorite places." He spoke, handing the wine glasses to the waitress, and placing an order for soft drinks for the two of them. "I hope you don't mind…" He motioned to the waitress.

"Oh, no that's fine." Daphne smiled, smoothing her napkin over her lap. "I never know what to order in these places. My dad usually picks." She shook her head. "Not that you really want to hear about that." Daphne blushed and looked down at her fingers.

"No, no it's fine." Wilke spoke, and she looked up at him quickly after he placed his hand over hers. "I want to know all about you, Daphne." He smiled. "I've learned some from Toby, but not quite enough."

"Oh really now?" She quirked her eyebrow. "What all has Toby told you about me?"

"Well, I know you like designer shoes, no shorter than four inches on the heel. You like men in Armani suits, you like Vera Wang for your handbags and casual wear, Tony Bowels evening gowns, and if your clothes aren't designer, they are nothing less than name brand." Daphne giggled.

"So you know all about what I like to wear, but what about me?"

"Well," Wilke continued. "You like to cook, and you make killer brownies. You want to be a chief, to own your own restaurant, and your father wants you to go to law school or business school."

"Yea. He wants me to do something that I will be remembered for. First deaf supreme court judge or something like that." Daphne shook her head.

"But you don't want to. You just want to cook." Daphne nodded. "Well, I support you in whatever decision you make." Wilke flashed her that charming smile, and Daphne felt her cheeks go red. The waitress returned and took their order, and Daphne watched her walk away.

"You still hardly know me. Why would you ask Toby to set you up with me?" Daphne asked, truly wanting to know. "I don't go to Buckner, I go to public school. You could have any girl you want, yet you picked me, your best friend's sister of all people." She set her drink back on the table after taking a sip.

"I want to get to know you." Wilke smiled. "And I hope that this date is the first of many. I don't care where you go to school. You are unique and beautiful, and interesting, and I want to be with you." Daphne coughed, choking on a piece of ice from her drink.

"Excuse me?" She spoke, pulling her napkin away from her lips.

"I want to be with you, Daphne. I want you to be my girl. I wasn't planning on asking you this early in the date, though. Maybe after I dropped you off, to see how the night played out." The blonde shook her head. "But you pushed me." He put his hands up, shoulder level. "So what do you think?"

"Let's just see how the night plays out?" Daphne giggled, giving that smile that crinkled her nose. Wilke nodded. The pair sat in silence while they waited for the appetizer to arrive.

A string quartet took their place on a small stage, picking up their instruments and tuning to a violin note. With a silent count off, they started to play, and Wilke placed his hand over Daphne's, causing her to look up. "Dance with me." He spoke and stood, the words more of a statement then a question. Daphne rose, setting her napkin aside and bit her lip as Wilke took her out onto the dance floor. Twirling her once, he pulled her to him, placing one hand on her waist and starting to slowly move to the music.

"I don't know if this is such a good idea. I can't hear the music." Daphne blushed, glancing at the quartet.

"Don't worry. Just let me lead." The blonde smiled at her, and began to waltz, leading her around the dance floor.

They arrived back at their table as the waitress returned with their appetizer. Wilke pulled out Daphne's chair for her as she sat down, returning to his own.

"Now that wasn't so bad was it?" He smiled, placing his napkin on his lap as she did her own.

"No. You are a wonderful dancer." She complimented, still blushing. Wilke placed a couple small items onto her plate, handing it over the main tray to her. "Oh yum! These are my favorite."

"I know." Wilke smiled. "Toby told me that too." Daphne quirked an eyebrow at him.

"So there's so much you already know. What don't you know? What didn't my brother tell you?" She asked.

"Pleanty. Like what color panties you wear." Daphne choked on a small bite.

"Excuse me?" Wilke laughed.

"I'm kidding!" He teased. "Though some day I would love to find out."