The Color Black [an original story]

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Author's Note: The beginning is a flashback, then later the present time.

Geneviève couldn't wait to gossip to her friend, Monica about the date she had with the big music producer named Black Reynolds. They both were in their little offices, packing up their belongings getting ready to leave work. Geneviève was dressed in her usual, the plaid skirt, white blouse, black flats and hair tied up in a bun. Geneviève's makeup was natural. She loved her some red lipstick. It showed out her pearly whites.

"The real Black Reynolds? How did that happen?" Monica asked, surprised but also happy for Geneviève.

"It was so random. He came up to me and asked for my number. Of course I knew who he was, I was just in shock. Why would he ask for my number. I'm so scared, Monica." Geneviève said. She was nervous for her date. She haven't been in a relationship in a long time. Geneviève couldn't even flirt with a man if she wanted to.

"You're nervous, I can tell by the way you're talking and packing. I would be too. Girl, that man is fine." Monica said with a a smile. Indeed he was. It was confusing on how he wanted to have interests with a woman, who's working at a call center.

Geneviève was about to say something until the male receptionist came in. -"Geneviève, there's someone here for you." He said. Geneviève looked at Monica with a look on her face. With her briefcase, Geneviève and Monica walked out the building to see Black.

He was dressed in a suit, along with an expensive black car. Geneviève's eyes widen as Black looked at her with a smile. They both made plans later on. Geneviève wasn't even dressed correctly. Monica squealed as she looked amazed at Black. He was every woman's dream.

"What are you doing here?" Geneviève asked, walking closer to Black, taking the bouquet of roses. Black kissed her cheek.

"I'm here to take you on the date. Are you ready?" Black smiled. Geneviève looked at him, then the car. She nodded her head and Black opened the passenger door and Geneviève got in. Geneviève never been in one of those cars. It was too pricey for her pay. Although, she would love to purchase one.

Black and Geneviève walked in the restaurant hand with hand. Black already reserved seats for them, so it wasn't no tassel. Black was like a celebrity. People loved and wanted to be him. Geneviève never encountered anything like this. People were taking pictures of the both of them. Geneviève gotten some rude glances but brushed them off. The both of them took their seats and were handed menus. Soft music played and Geneviève looked around. She was amazed. This restaurant was very exquisite, above her cheap taste.

"Wow," Geneviève said. Black watched her eyes and laughed. Those eyes were to die for. Black fell in love every second and minute with Geneviève. She was beautiful. She was different. She wasn't in the industry. -"I cannot afford anything like this. Look at this, their appetizers are even expensive." She said as she scanned through the menu.