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"so he's called angelo?" without much persuading, kaila had gone with luara to paris.
"hm, colombian." luara responded, swiping the clear lip gloss over her lips in the rear view mirror of kaila's car.
"is he cute?" kaila asked, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel.
"a bit, in the picture he was okay." luara rubbed her lips together, using the edge of her pinky finger to clear the gloss from the edges of her lips.
"well go, quickly, before the paparazzi get here. text me when to come get you." kaila ushered her out of her car.
shutting the door behind her, luara waved as kaila drove away, leaving her standing outside of the expensive-looking restaurant. it was well into the evening at this point, which meant that the lights of the restaurant glowed more than usual. down the street glistened the eiffel tower, and luara took a breath.
walking into the restaurant, she glanced around for the man that her mother had showed her a photo of. she found him sat at a small table for two, right beside the window so you could see the eiffel tower.
she approached him, speaking in spanish, "are you angelo?"
he looked up from his phone. he had deep brown wavy hair, icy blue eyes, and he was well built. from the amount of skin she could see, he didn't seem to have any tattoos, and he seemed quite plain.
"yes, are you luara?" he spoke spanish also, a language the two would have to speak for the rest of the evening together.
she nodded with a small smile, and took a seat across from him, setting her jacket on the back of her chair, and sitting her black dior bag beside her.
"you look very nice." he complimented her with a lick of his lips, gesturing down to the skin-tight black dress she was wearing. she immediately felt his eyes on her chest, and she nearly rolled her eyes at his confidence, but bit the inside of her cheek instead.
"thank you." she nodded, "so you're colombian?"
he leaned forward on the table, folding his arms across his chest, "yes, you're brazilian, right?"
"i am." she brushed her hair over her shoulder, also folding her arms across her chest and leaning on the table, "what are you doing in paris?"
"i'm hoping to get into modelling. this is the city i want to be in."
she nodded slowly, looking over her shoulder, scanning the restaurant they were in. it was dimly lit, most of the surroundings being dark colours – mostly greys. after spotting a waiter, she quickly raised her hand, and she came walking over with a polite smile.
"sorry, please can we get a bottle of red wine?"
"of course, i'll be right back."
after a few moments, the waiter came back with what she asked for, along with two glasses, and angelo poured the expensive beverage into each glass.
"we have something in common already, hm? red wine." he grinned, swilling it in the glass, staring down at it.
luara eyed his expression. he obviously didn't like it, but she didn't have the energy to say something about it, so she smiled in response, taking a sip from hers and glancing around the room again.
it was awkward, especially with his lingering eyes on her body, and the amount of time he was going to spend swilling the wine in the fucking glass.
she didn't expect him to be like this, especially since his appearance didn't really give off 'i'm an asshole and i like to fuck' vibes.
"are you hungry, did you want to eat here?" he asked her, getting her attention.
luara shrugged her shoulders, "i don't really mind. whatever you wanna do."
he stayed silent for a moment, never taking his eyes off her. she tried her best not to look weirded out, but a subtle furrow of her brows might've given her away when he decided to finally speak.
"then i say we go back to my place."
she was halfway through taking a sip of her wine when she paused, the liquid sitting in her mouth. after remaining eye contact with him for a second, she swallowed her wine, setting the glass down on the table.
"okay then, but i want one thing in return." she shook her head, moving some hair out of her face.
he nodded almost immediately, "anything you want."
