Evelyn.
I hate dates. Why do dates exist? I don't even want to go on a date.
Is this considered a date? It's just dinner, right?
After work, Luke and I headed to our respective homes, showering and changing for dinner. After much deliberation, I caved and decided on a dress.
It was a short, black dress with a V-neck, flowing loosely down to my thighs.
I let my hair down as well, fixing it on my shoulders anxiously. Staring at myself for forever in the mirror, I finally gave up and hoped it would be fine.
When Luke came to pick me up, I was nearly drooling at his outfit. He bore a leather jacket, a dark shirt underneath with black jeans and a belt.
It was, though he could never make me admit it, very hot.
He did not ask me if I wanted to go anywhere particular, merely driving us to a restaurant. I appreciated that- I don't like to go eat out much, so I trusted that he knew more than I did about food.
Luke held the car door open for me, the restaurant door open, and even took my coat at the booth.
What a simp.
I rolled my eyes, though hiding a smile. He sat across from me, scouring the menu with his eyes. I watched him swipe his tongue against his bottom lip in concentration, my mind falling somewhere else.
Luke looked up, his eyes trained to mine as if catching my stare.
I looked away.
He smirked, "Don't be shy darling, I stare at you all the time."
Personally, I never liked the endearment darling. It was much too soft for me, something that made me sick to my stomach.
Still, I couldn't get over the way he said darling. How easily it rolled off his tongue.
I liked it from him.
"So," He cleared his throat, "Have you picked from the menu?"
I scrambled to pick something, not quite having settled down on something. Luke let out a laugh, putting his hand down on the menu in front of me and gesturing to a waiter.
"I'll order for you," Luke smiled, turning to the waiter and pointing at something on the menu without saying a word.
I stared blankly at him as the waiter left, turning his attention back to me.
"What did you get me?" I suspiciously narrowed my eyes. He raised his eyebrows playfully, refusing to answer me.
I groaned, "If you got me some fancy-ass food or a salad, I'll end your life."
He chuckled, running his hand down his chest and letting it fall into his lap.
It wasn't long before the food arrived.
My mouth watered-there was a burger. With fries.
I nearly groaned, grabbing the burger with my hands and taking a large bite out of it, "I love you."
He smiled proudly, a teasing smirk growing on his face, "Isn't it a little early for I love yous?"
Unwavering, I glanced up at him with a stare. I mumbled behind the mouthful, "I was talking to the burger."
Luke laughed, biting into his burger.
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He drove me back to my apartment, his hand perched on my knee lightly on the drive home.
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Fanfiction"Agent Hemmings?" I looked over the man in the frame of my door. He was currently out of his usual, formal work suit and in a black leather jacket. His whole getup, in fact, was black, dark, brooding. And it was very strange. "Luke," he corrected...
