The rest of the afternoon was free. I decided the best way to spend it was to head over to the Go-Go-Rama in Lawrence Harbor. I had just returned from... South Jersey and it was getting relatively late in the day anyway, close to three. I perched myself comfortably at the bar, hoping to relieve myself of excess singles burning a hole in my pocket. I wasn't there more than a half-hour when my pager began to vibrate. This was long before the days of cell phones. I carried a pager so my boss could. Just a common sellsword.”“Not that common, if you’re Lord of Castamere, Lord Commander of the City Watch, and a knight of the Blackwater to boot. You really should adopt ‘Blackwater’ as a formal House name and surname, Bronn. The Scorpion can be your sigil, too,” Bronn’s bride, the now already pregnant Bernadette, unofficial Mistress of Whispers, suggested to him.“As a maester, I highly recommend it. It would make it easier for me when chronicling this era. ‘Ser Bronn Blackwater’ sounds more. Not embarrassed as such, but a time to gather thoughts."You're welcome to watch a movie with me then," I offered. Amy nodded. "But I suggest you get into PJs so you can roll into bed when it's over."The blushing instantly returned – more intense than ever. That was strange; Amy has slept over often enough and she always wears utilitarian boys' style PJs. Being so slight, her bust is very modest although she's been in trainer-bras since she was 12, so I wondered about the sudden modesty."Don't. Since we were in the same college, we began to meet up in canteen and library and later became best of friends. She used to talk to me about everything and we were really close. There was an unconfessed spark between us. We used to sometimes talk naughty and fun too ;)It was December, her birthday. We celebrated at 12 am and then spent the whole day together. After dinner, we both were at her place when I finally confessed my feeling to her. She smiled and said she feels the same. I kissed her.