Emil blinked curiously, wondering a little what she was planning, until he got splashed with the cold water. He flailed, yelping a little as he fell backwards into the river with a splash, coming up and inadvertantly splashing Marta.

He returned the smile, though, taking her hand in his. She was so warm... and still oh-so-pretty, too. The night did wonders with enhancing her beauty.

"I-it's nice to meet you, Marta... m-my name's Emil."