Fin pulls his hair back in a rubber band and tucks it under his cap before we get out of the car at the City Clerk's Office. He also dons his glasses and the loose chambray shirt that he threw in his bag earlier.

"Are you Clark Kent? Can people not see the superhero muscles beneath your disguise?" I tease.

"Actually switching outfits around sometimes can throw off the vultures. Other times I like wearing the exact same thing for days on end, because it makes their shots look less fresh and therefore less likely to sell," he explains.

We get upstairs and pull a ticket so we can stand in a line with a handful of other couples and stare at the red LED numbers on the 'Now Serving' display.

Fin can't stand still beside me, he rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet and blows out little puffs of air every so often. He's tense and it reminds me of the way he was when he showed up unannounced at my apartment. 

Maybe it's the shade of paint on the walls; an institutional green that brings back memories of the hospital room where my grandmother died. I would like to ask him if that's what bothering him, but I don't. We decided not to talk on the line in case anyone listens in. 

When our number finally appears, I offer to let the couple waiting behind us take our turn. We want the window with the elderly woman behind the glass, not the younger one whose light is flashing. She seems more likely to recognize Fin.

They ask if I'm sure and I insist. "He's nervous and needs another minute," I joke with a laugh. Although I'm not sure it's entirely untrue.

I trade tickets with the other woman. Fin avoids eye contact with the man while they thank us.

We finally get called up to the desired window. The woman barely glances at us as she slips the forms under the divider. "Fill these out. Then come back to my window."

She shoos us and waves over the couple waiting in the wings with their inked in papers. The guy in the couple does a double-take at us. Fin puts his head down and we turn our backs to them to find a corner of the counter to lean against.

As I begin to fill in my portion, Fin stands beside me. I read aloud softly. "Spouse A Personal Information. Surname – Stevens. First name – Amelia"

Fin interrupts. "Your full name is Amelia?"

I look sidewise at him, and my hand freezes in the middle of writing. My stomach feels like a block of ice at the realization that the man I'm engaged to, doesn't even know my proper name. I put the pen down. "Amelia Cara Stevens."

He smiles at me. "I assumed Millie was a cute nickname for Millicent or maybe Mildred."

I melt a little bit and I blush. "I guess it's not as bad as those, but when I was younger I thought Amelia was too old-fashioned. Plus, it means 'industrious and striving' which always made me think of a beast of burden, like an ox or a donkey."

Fin chuckles and moves behind me. He brushes my hair back, rests his chin on my shoulder and hugs me from behind. "That's ridiculous. I think Amelia is a beautiful name."

My stomach is fluid again.

"My Dad picked it because of Amelia Earhart. He has a thing for planes and wanted to be a pilot. But he's colorblind so he couldn't fly."

Fin reaches over, picks up the pen and places it into my hand. "Your Dad wanted you to soar because he couldn't."

"I suppose I never thought of it that way, especially with the number of things he grounded me for over the years." I snort.

"A clever mind like yours probably got into all kinds of mischief when you were little. I can't wait to hear every single story." He kisses my neck and other parts of my body liquefy.

He taps my hand. "Now let's hurry this paperwork along so I can take you back to your place and see what kind of naughtiness you can think up today."

I complete my portion and hand him the pen. "So what's your full name?"

He steps beside me again and extends his hand. "Finian Oisin Covington."

We shake and then he begins to fill in his answers, continuing to talk while he does. "I'm named after my Irish Granddad, whose ring you have on your thumb. He was a sailor and we were very close before he passed. Part of why I named my production company Infinite Cove. My middle name is for the legendary Fenian warrior and poet Oisin, who was the son of Fionn mac Cumhaill. My Mum is a big Yeats fan and her favorite poem is 'The Wanderings of Oisin' which tells the tale of how the fairy woman Niahm falls in with Oisin and whisks him away to the fairy world, Tir na nOg, a world of youth and promise."

I run my hand down his back and squeeze his butt. "Sounds extremely romantic."

He stops writing to lean over and kisses me firmly in response. "It is."

I stare into his eyes and narrow mine. "But I wonder if your mother will still think so when she finds out that you've run off to America and gotten married?"

Fin kisses me again. "I suppose we'll find out sooner rather than later."

I nod. "One more question for right now... So your Mom is Irish. Does that mean you're Catholic?"

"Indeed I am. I was even an altar boy when I was a lad." He smirks.

"Me too! I mean I'm Catholic too, not that I was an altar server." I laugh before adding, "I even went to an all-girl Catholic high school."

He wiggles his eyebrows. "I'd love to see photos of you in a tiny plaid skirt."

"I can do better than that. I used it for a Halloween costume a couple years ago. It's back at my apartment."

He affects a thick Irish brogue. "Well then, ya wicked fairy temptress who has lured me across the water to Staten Island... let's go back to that window right now because I'm done wi' my part!"

He slaps his hand down on the counter and a number of heads turn toward us.

"Shhhh! You're going to blow your cover." I snicker and press my fingers against his mouth.

Fin kisses my hand. I move it to his cheek and stroke his beard.

The bright fluorescent bulbs, common to decrepit government offices, buzz overhead. They make Fin's eyes golden, like the pot of treasure at the end of the rainbow.

"Finian Oisin." I whisper, lengthening the consonants of his middle name so it almost sounds like I'm shushing him again.

He whispers back, "Amelia Cara... my diligent heart."

I see my smile reflected in his glasses as we tilt our heads to kiss again.

Now I'm the one bouncing up and down on my heels while we wait for the window again. Fin grabs my hand. "Tuck your wings away fairy or you're likely to float off on me."

The woman beckons us over. "Ready?"

We nod and step forward to present our paperwork and filing fee. She looks everything over.

"Before you both sign. Is anybody changing their name? Because this is the easiest time to do it. It's much more of a hassle afterwards."

I bite my lip and Fin looks at me with furrowed brow. He clears his throat. "Um, maybe you think this is terribly old-fashioned like your first name... but I always imagined that when I got married, my wife would take my name. I mean I would like kids one day and... Oh Christ... Do you want kids? I hope..."

I swallow. "No I..."

His face falls and he drops my hand. I grab his hand again. "I mean yes, I want kids... eventually... like in another three or four years. I'm just worried about what changing my name would mean for me professionally..."

The lady taps on the glass. "Can you two hurry this up? My lunch break is in two minutes."

"It's up to you Millie." The corners of his mouth turn down.

I sigh and pull the paper out from under the bottom of the glass. "I suppose if actors use stage names, I can use my maiden name as my pen name." I slide the paper back again.

The lady stamps it. "This license is valid beginning in twenty four hours and remains valid for the following sixty days. Give this form to your officiant when you have your ceremony. Make sure you have two witnesses present that sign it. The officiant must return the completed paperwork to our offices and then your legal marriage certificate will arrive in the mail to you a couple weeks after that. Congratulations and best wishes," she drones.

Fin grips me around my waist and lifts me up to meet his lips. He kisses me as he carries me away from the window.

I know we're making more of a spectacle of ourselves than we discussed. But I don't care at the moment. I pull the hat from his head, and yank the rubber band from his hair so I can run my fingers through it.

He puts me down again at the top of the stairs. We jog down hand in hand and out the front doors. The Escalade isn't in sight. Fin texts Mike that we are out.

As we wait, the groom from upstairs that did the double-take approaches us with his fiancé. I drop Fin's hand and step further away.

"See honey, I told you it was him!" he says over his shoulder to the woman. He turns back to Fin. "Awwww man, I'm a huge fan! I can't believe that you're standing here in front of me right now. This has to be the greatest day of my life!" His fiancé slaps his shoulder.

Fin laughs and extends his hand. "Thank you, but I don't think that's true since you have such a beautiful young lady standing beside you who has obviously agreed to marry you."

"Thank you!" the girl exclaims. The guy chuckles. "Sorry babe."

He turns back to Fin and starts giving him the Staten Island bro nod. "What about you dude? I mean I saw you kissing on your lady up there too."

My eyes grow wide and I feel like I'm about to vomit, but Fin stays calm.

"Ahhh it's not what it looked like, just a bit of research and method acting preparation. I'm developing a movie project set on Staten Island. A mafia film... "

Suddenly I realize he's talking about my screenplay which is based on the Robert McKelvey murder at the Kreischer Mansion on Staten Island. There is no scene at the City Clerk's but this guy doesn't know that. My attention focuses back on the scene in front of me.

"...My colleague and I were scouting locations, and we couldn't resist blocking out some of the action up there."

"That sounds so cool man. I would definitely see that! Do you mind if we get a picture?" The guy hands me his phone.

Fin takes off his chambray shirt and tosses it on the floor with his hat. He stands in between the couple and I snap a few photos.

"Got it." I smile and hand it back to the guy. Mike pulls up and beeps the horn. I scoop up Fin's things. "We have to get to the next location Fin," I warn in my best Marcy imitation.

Fin turns to me with a wink. "Thanks Marcy." I bite my lip so I won't laugh and walk toward the car.

"Congratulations on your upcoming nuptials!" I call over my shoulder. Fin follows closely behind me.

The guy is yelling, "Good luck with the movie! If you need any background actors, I'm available..." as Fin shuts the door.

I flop back against the seat. "Oh my God Fin that was close! Eric is going to give me hell over McCall and now if he sees that you've been on Staten Island again..."

He leans over and buckles my seat belt, before he does his own.

"I've already laid the groundwork with Abe that I was interested in a project that is set on Staten Island, which was why I was on the ferry with you that day. I explained that you were kind enough to indulge me, by teaching me a little bit about your hometown. That was my sole purpose in going into RAA that day. So hopefully my appearance on the steps of the Staten Island Court won't raise Eric's hackles."

"Now who has the clever mind?" I arch my brow and lean over to run my hand up his thigh toward his groin.

Fin inhales sharply as I lightly graze his penis. I feel him twitch against my palm. "I earned my fair share of gold stars in primary school."

I purse my lips. "I'm afraid that I'm all out of gold stars, but I think I can work out some other reward. I'm very industrious after all."