I thought I'd been doing so well too. I'd had this girlfriend for three months; it was a record for me.

"Does this mean you won't be going as my date to the Preventer Christmas party?"

I managed to catch the plant as she threw it out the door before slamming it shut. After checking to make sure it was fine, it'd been a gift from Heero after girlfriend number four, I stared at her doorknocker and then down at some spilled soil on the floor.

"So that's a no?"

Silence was my only response and I shrugged, securing the abused Spider plant in my arms before trudging down the three flights of stairs to my car.

It didn't really matter; I had a back up plan for such emergencies. Fishing in my pocket for my cell, I hit the first name on speed dial and then juggled plant, phone and keys while I tried to get into my car.

The window was iced over and I still hadn't remembered to buy an ice scraper, damn it.

Heero picked up on the fifth ring. "Duo."

I wondered how just one word could ease all the tension in my shoulders and chuckled weakly. "Yeah. Sorry it's so late."

"You got dumped again, didn't you?"

Damn the man for being so perceptive. "I could be calling for other reasons you know."

"Are you?" Now there was concern in his voice and I sighed, feeling guilty for worrying him. "No. I got dumped. Do you want to be my date for tomorrow's dinner?"

I could hear him rattling something on his end of the line and waited, using the time to scrape at the ice on my windshield. "Of course I'll be your date." He paused for a moment. "Are you using your Preventer ID to de-ice the window again?"

I sighed, my breath coming out in puffs of white. "I keep forgetting to get a scraper."

"Look under your driver's seat."

"What?" I stopped and stared stupidly at the phone for a moment before getting back into the car and reaching under the seat. Sure enough, there was a scraper.

"I knew you'd never remember." He sounded smugly pleased with himself and I resisted the urge to stick out my tongue. He wouldn't see it anyway.

"Thanks."

"No problem. What time are you getting in tomorrow?" I could hear the unheard, 'Are you going to go out and get drunk?' and smiled despite myself.

"The usual, I'm headed home right now. I'll see you tomorrow." I glanced at my watch and made a face. "Today actually."

"See you then."

And that right there was my problem. The real reason I couldn't seem to keep a girlfriend. It wasn't that I was emotionally detached, as girl friend number three had thought; it was that my emotions were attached to someone else.

To someone who answered his phone at two in the morning and remembered things like car scrapers.

"You're a damn fool, Duo Maxwell." I informed my dim reflection in the car window. My reflection had nothing to add to the conversation though and I drove myself the rest of the way home silently.

Work the next day came nauseatingly early, and even though I hadn't been drinking the night before, if felt like I had. The lights were too bright, my coworkers too cheerful. Maybe I had the flu.

A red paper cup from the coffee place across the street was suddenly placed in front of me and I looked up. Blue eyes framed under a crop of messy brown hair stared down at me intently.

"I don't feel as bad as I look." I took the coffee and breathed in the steam, smiling happily. He'd added gingerbread creamer, the kind you could get only during the holiday season and which he knew was my favorite.

"Then why do you look like you feel depressed?" Heero disliked not understanding things. I could see his eyebrows scrunch in Heero-thought and his lips turn down in that way they do when he's trying to puzzle something out.

"I'm depressed because I'm not as depressed as I should be." That sounded odd even to me and I took a sip of coffee to cover my confusion.

Heero pulled a pen from the jar on my desk and started working it through his fingers. "So you're depressed because you're not depressed, even though you just got dumped and this is the fifth time this year."

I winced. "Thank you, Heero. When you put it like that I'm sure I'll be able to muster up a strong enough feeling of despair to get me through the day now."

He stopped fiddling with the pen and stuck it back in my jar. "You need to stop dating all those different women, they're obviously not suited for you."

I choked and barely swallowed before spitting coffee all over my desk. Coughing, I looked up at Heero through watering eyes. "What?"

He nodded, "You're not depressed because you're glad you got dumped. Therefore it's obvious you weren't suited to those women. Instead of jumping into another relationship you should figure out what it is that you really want."

His eyes glittered and he smirked, leaning forward till his lips were almost brushing my ear. "Who you really want."

And then he was gone and I was left wondering if Heero Yuy had just hit on me or if I really was coming down with a touch of the flu.

I stared at the gingerbread-flavored coffee on my desk and slowly started to laugh.

Heero Yuy had been wooing me.

"You're a damn fool, Duo Maxwell." My reflection in the coffee agreed.

So what are you going to do?

Swigging down the last of the coffee, I stood. I had some wooing of my own to do.