Dance For Me

One Day

*Cassidy POV*

"Please tell me where we're going!" I squeal in excitement as Corbyn has me in his passenger seat

"Where do you think we're going?" Corbyn chuckles. I send him a glare that he can't even see because of the blindfold he put on me.

I bugged Corbyn saying we haven't gone for a date in a while so he told me to give him an hour then be ready.

As soon as I stepped out of the apartment building, he placed a blindfold on my eyes and we've been driving ever since.

"Dinner?" I question

"Kind of." I can just sense the smirk on his face

"What do you mean, kind of? How can we 'kind of' eat dinner?" I sass with a smile as I get a soft chuckle from Corbyn

"Well if you wait the thirty seconds it takes me to park the car, you'll find out!" He sasses back as I finally feel the car stop moving.

"Don't take your blindfold off yet, I'll let you know when you can take it off."

I hear Corbyn undo his seatbelt and get out of the car, so I feel around for my seatbelt and take it off.

"Let's go." Corbyn grabs ahold of my hands, guiding me safely out of the car.

"Can I take this off yet?" I pout as Corbyn wraps my arm around his and he walks me around.

"Did I say you could?"

"No..."

"Then no." He chuckles, no doubt shaking his head at me

"Mr. Besson, great seeing you again." A male's voice talks loudly over cars passing by

"Thank you for doing this on such short notice, Humphrey." Corbyn shows his gratitude as my heels start clicking on a different surface. We're inside now!

"You have the place to yourselves, just give me a call once you're ready to leave." Humphreys voice becomes quieter as we walk further into the building

"Where's the table?" Corbyn shouts back

"Fifth floor balcony!"

Corbyn walks us into a quiet room before suddenly stopping. He lets me go and I place my hands to my sides, gently playing with the end of my silk white dress.

"Ready?" His voice is excited as I begin to bounce

"Yes!" I cheer, ready to see what's going on

"Okay, you can take it off now."

Throwing off the silk blindfold, my eyes squint to adjust to the bright lights in the building. I blink rapidly to focus my vision and I come face to face with a wall full of paintings.

My jaw drops as I spin, seeing different artworks and sculptures scattered around the large room.

He brought me to an art gallery.

I look towards Corbyn, who's standing to my right, seeing him watch my expression. He looks conflicted as he stands in his black leather jacket and ripped jeans.

"So.." Corbyn takes a step towards me, rubbing his finger across his chapped bottom lip, he looks nervous.

"This is perfect." I smile brightly as Corbyn wraps his arms around me, picking me up off the floor to squeeze me tightly.

"I wasn't sure if you'd be into art, so I took a guess. We got the place to ourselves, let's look around." Corbyn grabs my hand and guides us around the first floor.