Miracle

Pt. 8

"So, this is a date?" Lily's thoughts whispered, a slow smile blooming on her lips as she took in Alexander's attire. He stood in her doorway, looking effortlessly striking. He wore a crisp white button-up dress shirt, subtly adorned with delicate light blue designs, paired with perfectly tailored white pants. On his feet were dazzling white shoes, their sleek design accented by small, unmistakable 'G's - a silent testament to their likely Gucci origins.
He caught her appraisal, a knowing eyebrow raising in amusement. "Like what you see, Lily?" he asked, his voice a low, inviting purr. From behind his back, he produced a vibrant bouquet of cream-white daisies, extending them towards her.

Lily gasped, taking the flowers, their fresh, delicate scent filling her senses. It was an uncanny coincidence: white daisies were her absolute favorite, and they weren't even in season right now. How had he possibly found them? The thought flickered, a tiny spark of wonder, before she let it pass, too charmed to dwell on it.

"You must really love the color white, huh?" she teased, her gaze sweeping over his monochrome ensemble. "You always wear a lot of it." She gestured for him to come inside, already searching for a vase. It would be a shame to see such beautiful flowers wilt. She found a glass vase sitting innocently in the center of her dining room table and quickly filled it with water from the kitchen sink.

Alexander, meanwhile, strolled leisurely through her living room, his eyes scanning the various photos and pictures that adorned her walls in brightly colored frames - some with her friends, others with her family. "Well," he replied, his voice laced with casual confidence, "what can I say? It really is... my color." He paused, his gaze resting on a particular photo of Lily and Cherry at Cherry's very first drag show, a faint smile playing on his lips. Without a moment's hesitation, he settled onto her couch.

Suddenly, Momo, Lily's orange cat, made a graceful leap onto Alexander's lap, settling down and looking directly into his blue eyes. They stared at each other, intensely, as if engaged in a silent, profound conversation.
"You're so right," Alexander whispered, a soft chuckle rumbling in his chest.
Lily, standing by the dining table, scratched the top of her head. Was she imagining things? Alexander had just responded to her cat. Was she completely losing her mind? Alexander seemed to sense her bewilderment. He turned his head, his gaze finding her across the room, a strange amusement in his eyes. He gently patted Momo's head.

"I was just letting your cat know I'll take good care of you tonight," he explained smoothly, a sly glint in his eye. He then carefully set Momo down on the cushion beside him and stood up, extending a hand to Lily. "Come on, beautiful. We've got a big night ahead of us. No time to waste." her hand felt like it was on fire in his, or perhaps it was more like a magnetic connection, a pull she'd never experienced with any other man. It was utterly strange. They weren't even officially together, and she barely knew him, yet this undeniable current surged between them. She quickly locked her front door, then slipped her hand back into his.

Lily's mouth fell open slightly as they stepped outside. Parked neatly in her driveway was a pristine, gleaming white Lamborghini, its rims shining under the streetlights. "Wow," was all she could manage "Yeah, I know, it's not much," he said, a sly smile making its way onto his lips. He walked around, opening the passenger door for her with a flourish. "But it gets me from point A to point B."
Lily stood frozen, staring at the car. Was he serious? That was one of the most expensive cars in the world! How in the hell did he afford something like that? Was he some kind of underground drug lord, like she read about in those crazy Wattpad books? Her eyes widened at the thought. No, what was she thinking? This was real life, not a storybook. Things like that don't happen in real life!

"Um, Lily? You still with me?" Alexander asked, a soft laugh in his voice. "Please get in the car, beautiful. The neighbors are starting to stare." He gestured for her to slide in. She snapped out of her daze, a blush creeping up her neck as she gracefully slid into the luxurious vehicle.

Her fingers traced the unbelievably soft, expensive leather seats. The interior was sleek, modern, and so impossibly clean it looked as if the car had just rolled off the showroom floor. "This car is amazing, Alex," she breathed. She desperately wanted to ask him how he afforded it, but thought it might come across as rude.

He chuckled softly, glancing over at her. "I have a few connections," he said simply, "and my job also pays me very well." He started the engine, a low, powerful rumble, and smoothly pulled away from the curb, heading towards their destination. Lily bit her lip, a mix of intrigue and anticipation fluttering in her stomach. Alexander was such a mystery. She hoped she'd be able to hold his attention long enough to get to know the real him.