"Daisy, we have a story to cover. Bring your camera," Katherine said quickly before grabbing her pen and notepad, running out of her office.

Her photographer retrieved her camera and followed. "What's the story?"

"Well, it's not exactly breaking news or anything, but one of Jack's friends, one of the newsies, is going to become a reporter for the World," Katherine nodded.

"Oh, you and that Jack guy," Daisy sighed. "You know, I've yet to meet the famous Jack Kelly. I'm beginning to think he doesn't exist."

"You've read the papers," Katherine frowned. "He does exist."

"I'm just teasing you, Kat," Daisy chuckled. In her best Brooklyn accent, she said, "But I betta get a chance to meet dis guy. I've gotta tell him that if he hurts ya, he's in for a soakin'."

"You'll get to meet him later," Katherine laughed. "Don't worry."

"I'm looking forward to it," Daisy nodded as she walked with her friend down the hall. "Who's the new reporter?"

"Racetrack Higgins," Katherine replied. "I'm thinking we'll get a photograph of him writing and call it good."

"Is this going to be front page news?"

"Indeed, it is. My father needed something more interesting than the trolley workers going on strike again."

"They went on strike?" Daisy moaned. "Gosh, I'm so tired of walking."

"Me too," Katherine sighed, stopping at a door. "This is Higgins' office." She rapped on the door quickly before swinging it open. "Good morning, Race."

"I'm ready for my close up, Miss Pulitzer," Race grinned, adjusting his suit jacket.

Daisy entered the room, playing around with her camera as she looked up at him. "Let's get this over with," she sighed. "I have a few other things to photograph and the weather report to write, so let's make this quick."

Race looked her up and down, noticing that her curly brown hair and dark brown eyes made her very attractive. "Well, hello, gorgeous," he smirked, removing his cigar from his mouth.

"Hello, Mr. Higgins," Daisy nodded, looking back down and fumbling with her camera once again.

Katherine got Race in position and Daisy snapped the picture. "So, Race," the former said, "I didn't know you were interested in becoming a reporter."

"I didn't eitha," Race chuckled. "But as it toins out, I gots a knack for writin'."

"Wonderful," Daisy said unenthusiastically, avoiding looking him in the eyes. "Are we done here?"

"Yes," Katherine sighed. "You may go."

"Super," Daisy sighed, leaving the room quicker than one could possibly imagine.

"Sorry about her," Katherine said to Race, shaking her head. "She isn't usually like this."

"She coulda slap me upside the head and caulled me a jerk, and I woudn't care," Race shrugged. "Gosh, she's a pretty girl."

"Hands off, big guy," Katherine chuckled.

Race reclined in his chair, putting his feet up on the desk. "Alright, Boss," he sighed. "What's my first story?"

"Miss Medda Larkin has a new show. I want you to review it," Katherine nodded.

"I thought you said that I was gonna to be a real reporta," Race whined.

"Every reporter has to get their start somewhere," Katherine chuckled. "And, um...should you wish to have someone join you, Daisy loves the theater. Just thought I'd mention that."

"Thanks," Race nodded.

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Race took a deep breath before knocking on the office door.

"Come in," a young girl's voice called softly.

"Hello," Race smiled as he opened the door.

"Ah, Mr. Higgins," Daisy said distractedly as she typed away at her typewriter. "How may I help you?"

"Well," Race stammered nervously, running his hands through his slicked back hair, "I-I heared dat you like the theater and I thought dat maybe...maybe you'd like to come with me. Ya see, I've gotta review Miss Medda's new show and I, ah, thought maybe...maybe..."

"You thought that maybe I'd like to accompany you?" Daisy smiled, ceasing her typing and looking up at him. "I'd love to. Thank you. Pick me up at six?"

"Alright," Race nodded. "W-why?"

"What?" Daisy laughed.

"N-nothing," Race stammered. "I'll see you latea." He quickly exited the room, shutting the door behind him.

"He's a strange guy," Daisy sighed, shaking her head as she gave a small smile and wrote something down on a piece of paper.

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That night.

"Gosh, Jack, what was I thinkin'?" Race scoffed. "She'd never like me in that way."

"Hey, don't sweat it, Racetrack," Jack shrugged, giving a dismissive wave of his hand. "If she don't like ya, she don't like ya. There will be other girls."

"It's not like that, Jack," Race sighed. "She's special."

"You was only with her fa foive minutes," Jack chuckled. "How could you possibly know dat?"

"I can just tell, okay? She's gorgeous and I can tell she's smaht," Race smiled.

"Well, yous ain't gettin' anywhera just sittin' hear wit me," Jack laughed. "Go getcha girl."

"Alright," Race nodded. "I was thinkin' of bringin' her back here for dinna. Thoughts?"

"If it seems like it's goin' well, go for it," Jack shrugged. "How'd ya afford dis shack anyhow?"

"I had money saved up and the price was right," Race shrugged, adjusting his tie. "I been spongin' off Albert fa yeas. How else would I afford an apahtment?"

"Aight, enough wit dis. Go. Ya girl's waitin'," Jack chuckled.

"Lock up before ya leave," Race nodded before shutting the front door behind him. He quickly made his way to Katherine and Daisy's office, and knocked on the door.

"Come in," Daisy called, sitting at her typewriter.

Race slowly entered. "Hello."

"Hi, Race," Daisy smiled. "Sorry about this. I'm almost ready."

"It's alright," Race shrugged, admiring how beautiful she looked as she brushed one of her brown curls out of her face and finished typing a paragraph.

"Alright, I'm finished," she sighed, taking out the paper. "The weather report is done and now we can go out on our date- I mean, our...our outing." She stood up and smoothed out her pink dress, adjusting the flowers that ran from the left half of the neckline and over the shoulder. "Are we ready to go?"

Race nodded and extended a hand to Daisy, which she took after putting on her white, elbow length gloves.

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"That was a wonderful show," Daisy smiled, twirling her hair around her finger.

"I guess," Race shrugged. "Listen...I was wondering...would ya wanna come back to my apahtment fa dinna?"

"I don't see why not," Daisy shrugged.

"Aight. Let's go," Race smiled, wrapping an arm around her.

Daisy gave a small smile before internally reprimanding herself. "He would never like me in that way."

"Is there somethin' on yer mind?" Race frowned.

"Oh, n-no," Daisy lied. "Nothing. I wasn't thinking about anything."

"Aight," Race nodded slowly. He walked her the two blocks to his apartment and opened the door. "Here we are."

Daisy stepped into the foyer and looked over the apartment. It was small and not very well decorated, but it still felt homey in it's own way. "It's nice," she smiled.

"Why, thank you," Race grinned. He quickly prepared a meal and set a plate down in front of her.

"This looks delicious," Daisy nodded, taking a bite. "Oh my goodness...it tastes even better than it looks."

"Thanks," Race chuckled, sitting across from her at the table. "Davey's motha showed me how ta make it."

"Davey?" Daisy frowned. "Who's that?"

"One of my friends," Race explained. "So, Daisy, what's yer story? Who are yer folks? Where'd ya grow up?"

"I was born in England, but my parents and I moved here to New York when I was two. My father died a year ago. He was a trolley worker and suffered severe injuries after getting beaten up by the Delancey brothers for going on strike," Daisy muttered bitterly.

"I'm so sahrry," Race sighed. "I'm very familiah wit Oscar and Morris. They're jerks."

"You can say that again," Daisy sighed.

"They're jerks," Race repeated with a half smile. "So, what about ya motha?"

"She died about five years ago of consumption," Daisy nodded gravely. "I'm basically an orphan. I had to find work and Katherine was kind enough to help me get a job for the World."

"She's always been a kind person," Race smiled. "Listen...Daisy, I- I really think yer somethin' special."

Daisy looked him in the eyes, shock evident in her own. "R-really?"

Race nodded. "Would ya wanna- maybe- go out again? Like on a real date?"

"I'd love to," Daisy smiled.

Author's Note: Thanks TheGirlNewsie and PineapplesAndPapes for helping me come up with the idea for this one shot!

The picture to follow shows the dress Daisy wore to the theater with Race.