Dean couldn't not focus on her words, the curiosity was killing him. She was also there that night dressed like an angel that had been sent to him. He remembered her white lace dress, her pale skin reflected in the moonlight and her red lips that captivated his attention.
She was also out late at night all alone with no coat or shelter. Who would let her walk around like that? More importantly, had something happened to her that night also? He had to do whatever she wanted this Saturday, as long as he was with her she would be safe, warm and feel loved. Or at least he hoped she would feel that way.
Not wanting to pry too much he asked a general question, "Ever been to The Empire Hotel? I've heard it has a four Michelin star restaurant. Don't you want to try it out?" Dean quirked an eyebrow waiting for her answer.
