Sin Looks Good On You

Part 9*

*(Content Warning; mentions of BDSM)*

Towards the back, huh...

Mario reads the text from her phone once more, not realizing that she hadn't even left the car yet, and why was she like this?! She sighs into her palm and takes in another deep breath for reassurance while checking her watch. It was just five minutes before noon and that's how she knew she was nervous.

Depending on what time she came to an event depended on her emotions. An hour early, oh she was really nervous. Right on time, she was either indifferent or wanting to make a good first impression. But being late was the ultimate toss-up. But she didn't want to be fashionable late or anything!

Despite her internal dialogue, her legs had already taken steps away from her car and closed the door. She even locked it six times out of unease that she couldn't even begin to describe, but she promised her Opa she'd be safe while in Tampa, but walking into the restaurant she could see Michael was right, the place was packed to the brim. Adults with their children and couples with their significant others created a group of families that Mario couldn't really tell which feeling it gave her, but she was feeling less nervous nonetheless.

"The back..." she mutters under her breath while scanning the area, hoping to meet the eyes of the guy she was supposed to meet. It wasn't like she didn't remember what he looked like, the image of Michael's face would probably never leave her memories. Good thing that was sure because he was still out of sight...

"You're actually here a lot sooner than I thought."

"Huh?!" She jumps, turning quickly to the sound of the voice that was sort of familiar to her and Michael laughs at her small hop. "Oh my god! I didn't even hear you walking towards me!"

"Really? That's actually not the first time I've been told I walk too soft, I guess I should change that for you, huh?"

"Yeah, if you can that'd be nice."

He laughs at her nervous banter before pointing across the building at a back table that was completely secluded and attached to the wall. "I was sitting back there, so we can sit together, sound good?"

"Yeah, that sounds fine."

He smiles at her, something that she returns to the best of her ability before seeing him pulling his left hand out of his pocket and hold it towards her. Take it, dumbarse! Her internal dialogue was too loud for words, actually forcing her to move her own right hand and slide it into his and he walks forward to lead her to the site. "You're really pretty by the way."

Mario can't respond, since she was used to that compliment by now but still wasn't used to talking with him yet. "Did you have a good week?"

"Um, y-yeah, I did. I, uh, recently got accepted for this job that I interviewed for. Although, heh, I didn't really interview, Mister just looked at me and said I was hired..."

Michael groans. Loudly. And before Mario can ask what's wrong, Michael holds out the menu for her. "You're working for Mister? At Midnight Strut, right? Why there?" She can't help but giggle at his lament and turns her head to the side. "Do you not like her? Or the club?"

"Eh, it has nothing to do with the place but everything to do with the crazy lady who runs it. I'm not surprised though, she's pretty lenient and will let anyone who fuckin' asks work there..." he picks up the styrofoam cup, filled with coffee, Mario was sure.

"Well, I mean, I interviewed before we met at the party, so I didn't know that I'd be working two jobs, honestly."

"Do you like working there, at least?"