Is it too late to back out now? I mean it's not essential, I can ask for a raincheck.
"Hey, I think I got food poisoning, my stomach hurt." I groan, handling my stomach. Damn, what did Tanner put in the breakfast?
"You are not backing out you sissy pants. Just relax you are going to be fine. Just imagine the worse to happen, you'll feel better after." Tanner said.
Giving him an unimpressed look, what kind of person says that? Ignoring what he said, I stopped holding my stomach, listening to what he said about trying to relax.
Exiting from my kitchen, I head over to my couch, not before I scan it. Hoping it would come alive and swallow me.
I never thought the thousand times I sat on the same-used couch, my nerves calmed down. Now that I think about it, I wonder where he is taking me for lunch. He seems like the type to go to expensive restaurants but maybe not? We are just going to lunch but what if he wants more?
Is he going to start expecting something from this? I hope not. But what if the lunch becomes awkward? Shit, I hope not.
"Heh, I hoping for a lot of things, it seems," I muttered to myself.
In an instant, an all-familiar bell sound rang on my phone. I swear my heart stops beating for a second. Rubbing on my chest I curse at my phone for scaring me.
"I hink omeone text you," Tanner said, with his mouth full of chips. Throwing a glare at him, I made sure to show my disgust at him.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious," sarcasm in my tone. Looking over to the table, I saw my phone light up once again, showing his name on my screen.
No, I can't do this. This was a bad idea. Fuck, why did I agree in the first place? Let's just back out. I can tell him I got sick or that I changed my mind.
"No, no, no--" I thought, shaking my head. A man doesn't back out of their word. Okay, it's just lunch, what's the worse that can happen?
With my newfound confidence, I picked up my phone and read his text, saying he is waiting outside. Grabbing my keys, I head toward the front door but stop when I remember something.
"Tanner, I want you to be next to your phone at all times, in case I need you to come pick me up. Also, don't burn my place down or I'll hurt you." I warned. Not waiting for his answer, I slam the door shut.
Walking down the hall, I saw the elevator doors and stairs. Looking back and forth I was waiting out my options on which I should take.
"Which is quicker? Hmm...The stairs it is." I decided. Call me a coward but I still need to prepare mentally for what is to come.
Okay, let me weigh out the pros and cons: let us start with the pros, Hmm...food is a good one and let's not forget that he is paying for it so I'll be eating for free. What else? Nope, guess that's it. Okay! Cons are next, for one he can end up killing me, two he might be one of those fake nice guys and beat me up if he doesn't get what he wants, three he could act out like a rotten brat, etc.
Seeing the double door, I made my way outside, blinded by the sun, making me close my eyes from the brightness.
Oh god, please don't have him use me like--whoa. I stop in my tracks, once my eyes got used to the brightness but was not prepared to see him standing there, a black Bently behind him.
The light shining on him looks like he came out of a movie or something with his long-black turtle neck you can clearly his is godly muscles, match with black slacks that have dark grey lines around, making small squares. Not to mention that he is wearing a silver chain necklace. Even with his hair slick back, damn.
Fuck, I hate the fact that I find him attractive. Am I really going to lunch with this man? From the way he is dressing, should I have tried to dress a little better? Do I look homeless if I stand next to him?
Maybe this was a bad idea, it is no secret that this man is able to catch the attention of anyone he wants but why is it he is paying attention to me? Is he bored?
Should I tell him not the thinking ahead of himself? Fuck man, looking at his face make it even harder to tell him.
What if I slash his face with a knife? Hmm... a scar on his face? I mentally shake my head. No, he'll just look like a badass soldier or something. Let me stop thinking about this, it's not that serious.
Taking a deep breath, I made my way up to him, making sure to look anywhere but his eyes.
"You look beautiful," I snap my head up, surprised by his comment. Beautiful? Who the fuck says that to a guy?
I guess he realized what he said, seeing as his eyes widen.
"No, I didn't mean that--I meant handsome, you look very handsome, I mean not that you aren't beautiful cause you are--I'm not saying you are--Ah, no, sorry..." He trails off his rambles, rubbing the back of his neck.
I couldn't help to laugh at his embarrassment. Is it bad to think that he looks cute like that?
" You good, I got what you meant," I reassured. He gives me a smile in return. Then we both just stand there in awkward silence.
"Ahem, so--ah, where are we going?" I ask.
"Oh! Umm, I wanted to take you to this restaurant that I frequent often." He replied.
I nod my head telling him "Okay". He moves to the side, opening the door for me. I hesitated at first, not used to someone doing this for me but decide not to think too deeply about it and headed inside the car.
If I thought the outside of his car was nice then the inside is just no words to express. Dark red leather on the seats and steering wheel. It was so shiny and the smell is amazing. It definitely looks way above my income. This makes me question how much money this man got.
Hearing the door open on the driver's side, I saw Axel getting in. I am officially going to drown myself. Even the way he went in was elegant. Shit, stop brain! Maybe if Ignore him my brain would stop all these--wait, what's that smell?
"He even smells good," I thought. Hearing the car turn on, we left after he asked if I was ready.
It was about 10 minutes into the drive, we sat in comfortable silence. Looking out the window, I saw passing buildings, houses, and trees. The sun was still bright in the sky, and seeing how the sun is still blinding, it must mean it might be a good day today.
"Ahem--so Kaname how is your day going?" Axel ask.
"It just started," I said.
"Ah--I see, well how have you been in the past days?"
"Same, nothing much changed."
After that, we became quiet again. It wasn't awkward this time but it just felt a little uncomfortable in a way. I don't know how to explain it maybe heavy would match better.
"Umm, where are we going?" I ask.
"We are almost there, you're going to love it." He grins. He is confident about this, it seems. I'm starting to regret agreeing on this lunch.
Looking out the window again, I notice a lot more buildings. A lot of tall, glass ones at that, some with unique shapes and others that are just tall but know they look amazing at night.
I couldn't help my amazement, I don't really go into the city and if I did, I never really paid attention but looking at it now I can see why people would wish to move into a big city.
A little after, Axel drives into a garage. Damn, I should've been paying attention to what building garage we headed into.
After he parked, we got out. We walk towards an elevator. Getting in, I saw him press a button that said 'RT' on it. What kind of elevator button has that instead of numbers? But at the same time, it caught my interest, it's new to see.
" Hey Axel, what does RT mean?"
"It means Roof Top." He turns, smiling at me. I didn't hide my confusion but didn't ask any more questions, however, my interest sparked even more.
As soon as the elevator doors open, I saw glistering lights shining, the smell was relaxing and fresh. The restaurant was definitely high-class, with dim lights, the only real light-up place was the bar and individual tables.
"Is this the restaurant you go to often?" I was in disbelief. I wasn't really looking for an answer, as I was too busy looking around, taking in the interior.
If Axel hasn't called out for me when a hostess came to show us to our table, I probably still be gazing over my surroundings.
As we were being shown to our table, my eyes lingered on the big chandlers that come in three in a row. All I know is, whoever owns this place is equally rich. If Axel and I didn't talk about who was paying, it is obvious that he would pay either way.
"This is the table you requested, your waiter would be with you momentarily," the hostess said before leaving us.
Looking at the table, I notice it looked different from the other tables I walk past. This one has two lit-up candlelights, napkins that have bunny ears that I found cute, and some really pretty glass cups and two wine glasses. That is the only thing that I found different is that out of the plates, one of them has a yellow rose.
Surprised I looked at Axel and saw him giving me a nervous smile.
"I thought it would be weird to bring you a gift and bringing flowers would probably have scared you away so I just thought maybe one would be okay..." he trailed off.
I look back at the flower, pick it up and smell it.
"Sweet but soft. Thanks, I guess." I mumble the last part before taking a seat. He scrambles to his seat.
Picking up the menu, I was reading over what they had but the more I read the more I notice. I did not understand a single thing written here. How the fuck am I supposed to order?
As I was struggling trying to read what language this writing is, I heard Axel clear his throat, making me pull my attention off the menu.
I looked at him with a raised brow.
"I just want to thank you for agreeing to have lunch with me." He thanked.
"You looked like a desperate puppy, I couldn't say no." I expressed.
In return, he chuckled nervously before we went quiet again.
"Interesting," I thought.
I hope he does something I don't like so I have an excuse not to see him again.
But as the saying goes, Life can be unfair sometimes.