Splitting Our Odds Into Evens

Die

Before entering the restaurant, Bonnie braced herself. Slowly opening the double doors, she took a deep breath. Kol was so intent on making the "perfect date," he was unaware of her presence.

"Hey," she said, waving at him gently.

The original's neck jerked in her direction and he smiled, "You're here and on time. I have to say, Bonnie Bennett, I am impressed."

She shrugged, "I couldn't be late for our very first date. That would be rude."

Kol chuckled, "Well, I appreciate it. And, by the way, you look glamorous. I could almost bite you." Bonnie was wearing a dark blue dress that had lace straps. She complemented the outfit with a gold necklace and gold drop earrings. Her black ankle boots completed the outfit. 

Bonnie offered him a forced smile and tugged on her purse tightly, "Well, please don't."

Kol gestured to the table next to him, "Why don't you take a seat?"

"Sure," Bonnie said, then walked over to the table to sit.

Kol sat down after her, and Bonnie examined him. He looked dashing with his sleek hair and charming suit. He had a devil-may-care outlook and a stellar smile. "Are you done checking me out?"

Bonnie awoke from her thoughts. "Me? Checking you out? Please. I was just admiring your suit... It's nice."

Kol fixed the collar of his shirt and smirked, "Well, thank you. I borrowed it from Elijah, but he doesn't know it."

Bonnie's eyes squinted, "So basically, you stole it?"

Kol shrugged. "I prefer borrowing."

"Okay..." Bonnie said, feeling a bit awkward. She had just realized this now; the restaurant was empty. There wasn't a single soul in sight. "Where is everyone?"

"I rented this evening for us and us only," He retorted.

Bonnie's brows furrowed, not sure whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. "Thanks, I guess?"

"Don't thank me yet. Our night is just getting started," He said, a devilish smirk on his face. Kol opened the can of soda sitting on the table and poured her some in a glass. "I know you're not the biggest fan of alcohol, so I got you a fizzy drink instead."

He then handed the glass to her and she collected it from his hand. Even though it was something so simple, she found it sweet that he remembered how much she hated alcohol. "Thank you," she said, offering him a gentle smile afterwards. She took a sip of her drink and adjusted the strap of her purse, examining the empty restaurant. "So, why did you kill the witches in the French Quarter Coven?" She asked.

Kol placed both of his arms on the table, his hands folded together. "Ah, those two."

"Three, actually," she corrected, her face now serious.

Kol clicked his tongue. "I'm a little hurt, Bonnie. I booked this whole place just for us, a date. Instead of acknowledging it while talking over buttered bread rolls and the fanciest of food, you ask me about the three witches I murdered? That's harsh."

Bonnie hissed, her eyes pinned on his brooding figure. "I swear, Kol, after all you've done, I--" she stopped mid-sentence as his brown eyes shot to hers swiftly. She realized that she had to calm down or else she would get nowhere with him. 

"You will what? Hurt me? You and I both know you can't. Physically, you're able, but mentally, I'm not so sure. You wouldn't be able to bear the pain of knowing that you're the reason I'm dead. You care too much. My God, Bonnie, you are one weak witch," He chuckled, then downed his drink.