Love is everything, right? Or is it happiness? Can it make a person full? Or can it make a person fail?
Jasmine Moore hasn't always been lucky with love or happiness. As she grew, it became unless to her. She didn't bother finding it. People took...
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8:25pm. I'm in the bathroom trying to fix my hair. I hear the clock ticking above me. 8:26. It's probably been years since my last date. I mean, is it a date?
We're just going to talk about the whole incident. That's it. 8:27. I become more and more nervous. Maybe I should cancel?
8:28. Nope, I don't have time. If I did cancel I would look like a total bitch. I will go and try to act normal. Don't be nervous, just a little dinner date. I'm still nervous. ugh.
On top of that, I don't even like the clothes I have on. I should've gone home to get clothes during my lunch break. 8:29. I'm wearing a knitted brown sweater and black ripped jeans with combat boots.
I feel like I'm too underdressed. I hope he isn't too dressed up. 8:30. Time. I breathe and look at myself in the mirror. "You can do this Jasmine! You are strong and will not get nervous," I tell myself.
I take one last breath and walk out of the bathroom. Once I walked out of the bathroom I see Evan sitting down in the sitting area. I stop for a second to admire him. He's wearing casual clothes too.
Thank you, God!
I smile and start walking up to him. "Hello, Jasmine."
He slowly gets up and smiles.
"Hello, Evan. Ready?"
"Yes, I am."
He leads the way to the door and opens it. He holds the door for me and walks behind me. Wow. What a gentleman.
I wait for him to lead the way to the car. He does. I'm shocked and amazed by his car. It's a black-out Audi A7.
It's gorgeous.
"Well, thank you. Hard work is the key to getting this kind of car," he says.
I didn't realize I said that out loud. "And where do you work? I mean I still have my old Honda and I've been working hard since I was born. I currently don't have that kind of car." I point at the car with my eyebrows raised.
"Mmmm... I work for the FBI. I'm chief of the Behavioral Analysis Unit, but I'm stepping down." he said while opening the car door for me.
What? An FBI agent! Why would he be stepping down? I get in the car and wait for him to get in the driver's seat. He finally gets in, "If you didn't mean me asking, why are you stepping down?"
He starts the car and waits for a second to answer the question. "Growing up I always wanted to become an FBI agent." He starts driving and I turn my head to listen to him.
"It was my goal in life. I wanted to put people away that didn't deserve to be free. I work extremely hard. Non-stop. I wouldn't party or go out with friends. Sometimes even family. I didn't have any kind of relationship with someone because I work. I graduated high school early and college. I sent my application to the FBI Unit and got an answer a year later. I got accepted and worked myself up to the positions I'm at. Don't get me wrong I loved it but I was watching my family moving on with their life." He took a deep breath and continued, "My sister had a family to come home to and my brother is getting married in a month. Both moving on and having a family. And I would come home to a dog and wouldn't hang out with friends. Which I don't have. I was lonely. I didn't get to see my family because I was traveling. My career became my family. That's all I had left." He turned to look at me and returned to look at the road.
