" Bitter Truth ".

4. Date , roller coaster , us.

" A date !" I answered.

" What? " she questioned surprised.

" you know a date, where two people go out to get to know each other " Roland explained.

" I know that dumb ass, I meant I am not going," she said rolling her eyes.

" your mean! " Roland replied in a childish tone.

" Thanks for the compliment " she replied sassily narrowing her eyes.

" you have no choice Miss sanders, Be ready tomorrow at seven-thirty " I announced walking away not giving her a chance to protest.

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I circled the corner of the street for the tenth time, it was not like my first time going on a date, sure it was the first time going with someone I actually liked.

I parked my car on the sidewalk, checking my phone again to confirm the address Ricardo had sent me.

I followed the instructions going up to the first floor, second apartment. I curled up my fingers knocking on the door.

I could hear the television sound through the door. As I knocked it turned off.

I knocked again as I felt maybe she was debating did someone really knocked or not. Then I heard footsteps coming towards the door, I huffed and puffed preparing myself.

" Kia ? " she questioned opening the door.

" Miss sanders " I replied looking at her shocked face, her hair in a messy bun, her round glasses placed on the bridge of her nose, a bag of chips half empty in her hands.

" what are you doing here ? " she questioned, casually covering her shocked expression.

" I thought we were going on a date ?" I asked.

" yeah .. hmm yeah, I remember.." she said " is it already time shit," she said searching for what I guess was her phone.

" no, but I was close by so I dropped by, " I said leaning forward moving closer to her " you don't mind right " I whispered huskily.

She gulped hard, moving a step back . " no hmm you can hmm come in ...." She said turning around looking adorable in her oversized yellow SpongeBob shirt.

I took off my shoes wearing the extremely soft fillip flop she gave me I walked in, there was a small grey couch placed at the center, along with a coffee table.

Everything in this place represented its owner warm and mysteriously comforting.

" This is my home," she said taking the books from the couch placing them neatly on the coffee table.

" it's beautiful... like its owner " I complemented placing my hands in my pant pocket.

She cleared her throat walking towards her kitchen, " juice or coffee ? Mr. Wilker" she questioned.

" Austin and coffee would be nice,  " I said picking up one of the books on the table. A small smile played on my face as I heard her sigh out loud.

" Are we going on a date? Mr .... Huh, Austin" she asked sipping on her coffee, passing me a cup.

A smile played on my lips, I never knew every time someone calls you by your name its meaning changes according to the person.

" Yeah, why? " I asked sitting down, holding the cup.

" no in this completely black outfit of yours, with the black hat and a black mask, it looks more like a spy mission, it would be nice if you could give me a heads up I could come prepared "she replied.