Well this is not what you had expected, but what's the fun in being predictable right?
Nevertheless here you were standing in front of a quaint little whole in the wall Thai restaurant. Upon further inspection it was a computer cafe. This isn't exactly what expected for Vox but the smirk he was giving you seemed to fit the caricature in your head. "Shall we head inside?" He says, his smirk getting wider. Stepping inside you both sat on some barstools and gave your orders.
"So, I didn't necessarily expect this to be your scene." "Hmm? Well, I like the food here and I figured you'd appreciate it and it's charm." "Well I do favor small businesses, and I don't hate Thai food, so yes, I do appreciate it." Both of you got your food and well, Vox was right it was really fuckin good. You started practically scarfing it down when you hear Vox cleared his throat. "You're enjoying it?" You laughed awkwardly. "Just a little bit." You joked. He chuckled reaching his hand out to you and wiped something off your face but hesitated to move back as he let his fingers linger on your chin and lips ........ "You had a small rice noodle on your face." He said his smirk evident.
....... "Why'd you wipe it off so sensually??!" You quietly screeched back, your face heating up. He just lowly chuckled and asked a waiter for some napkins.Time skip brought to you by little nuggets
You got home almost stunned. Your lunch date had gone extremely well you both sat and talked about food that you liked and some new things in pop culture. It was very normal and pleasant. He insisted on driving you home and didn't make any advances to sleep with you, or 'see your jewls' all in all you had a good time.
Something seemed off though this had been the second overlord of hell that had treated you so kindly. You decided you need to be more careful.
Speaking of careful... "Where's Jack?" You looked all over the apartment and couldn't find her. You called her cell but it went to voicemail. You started to worry. Staying up all night you waited for her and watched the TV
Until the morning, when you could barely stand to keep your eyes open, there was a knock at the door.A/N: I'm so sorry, I have not been able to post or write very much, but I know a lot of you are wanting me to update again. I'm going to attempt to do this more regularly but I make no promises. I usually do have some work in progress constantly so trust me I will not forget about it.