It had been two weeks since the incident, it would appear to most people that Sara was recovering well, though Mika and anybody who spent real time with her which mostly those at the bar seeing as her mother could care less about her emotional well being if she didn't need to deal with it; in the same vein her mother had approved her to stay at the guest room in the bar any time she liked as long as she made it to church on Sundays and school on weekdays, which resulted in Sara practically living in the guest room.
	It took two weeks for Mika to make his first move, he wanted to be absolutely sure that he was making things better for her and not worse. Being that she had made almost no steps toward recovery in the two weeks he had decided that he could not bear to watch her be so broken up and do nothing.
	When the crew had finished cleaning the bar he sent the adults home and asked Sara to have a private talk with him. “Hey there, I know it still hurts, you don't need to keep hiding it” he told her from across the table as the glass of juice he had poured her began to quiver in her hand. 
	She sniffed and nodded, the beginnings of tears beginning to well up in her eyes as she realized that he actually cared and wanted to help. She had always known that he was kind but in her experience kindness was mostly a way to appear to be in the right or to get something you wanted.
	His face was tender and understanding, he really knew what she was feeling and wanted her to know.“I get it, he did something horrible. If he had just asked you out you might have said yes, but he did something so awful and unforgivable instead. I want to show you a different way of doing things, my way. Sara, would you do me the honor of going on a date with me?”
	That was all it took for her to lose control and start crying in earnest, tears staining her fur below her eyes as all the pain finally came boiling to the surface. The tears were not just from her incident but much more, her family, her town, her world had all been less then kind, and when faced with a truly caring and kind person all she could do was cry. She nodded so fiercely that her cup toppled over causing juice to spill onto the table.
	“Thank you” said Mika, glad that she had finally stopped hiding her pain, she was on the first step to recovery, and more then anything else that was what made him happy.