"Listen to me very carefully," He said after putting me against the wall.
"I cannot breathe without breathing in your air."
"I cannot hear without listening to the sound of your voice."
"I cannot live without feeling your heartbeat next to mine."
"...
Once we reached the top, a bright but subtle light surrounded us. It was beautiful. He had decorated the entire roof of the hotel like it was a 1980's prom. There were candles and lights everywhere on top of the already beautiful dark sky.
"Woah," I gasped.
"As I was saying," Keith began. "I didn't want to risk us getting caught up in any trouble so I brought the restaurant here, to us..."
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There were several chefs and butlers standing in line waiting for me to be seated.
"You did all this for me?"
"Of course," Keith answered.
"But why?" I asked.
"I'm tired of seeing you down all the time, it's depressing," he explained.
"Well, you do have a point there..."
He then walked me over to the circular table with only two chairs. He held the chair out for me, I sat down and he pushed me in. He then got into his seat and looked at me nervously.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Would you believe me if I said I've never been on a date before?"
"I knew this was a date!" I said frustratingly. "Keith how many times do I have to tell you that I'm with Pete! I am with him and him only!" I said as I stood up.
"Look stop! I didn't mean that, I swear! What I meant to say was, I've never done anything like this before... anything nice and romantic?"
I just sat there, staring at him.
"Please Amilia, sit down..." Keith slightly begged. I looked at his face and saw that he was serious, he put a lot of time and effort into this and to be honest, if I didn't stay...he would probably kill every last chef and butler on this rooftop.
"Fine!" I said. "But I'm eating and I'm leaving!"
"Y-yeah, of course," he stuttered. "You got it."
***
"So..." he tried to start a conversation with me but I was too busy fantasizing a very sharp knife that was sitting on the table. I kept envisioning myself taking it and killing everybody in sight. I wasn't doing it on purpose, it was just happening.
"Do it," someone whispered into my ear.
I looked around fast to see who it was but no one was there.
"I said do it!" Someone yelled again.
Suddenly, a terrifying sight to see. Renaldo standing directly behind Keith saying "Finish the deed."
"Amilia!" Keith said loudly. "Are you okay?"
"Yes," I said. "I'm fine."
Keith smiled slightly, almost like he didn't believe me. "Well, you can have whatever you want on the menu."
