Superficially perfect / evan peters fanfic

10. princess treatment

I stepped out of the main door and felt the fresh air caress my face. That afternoon, the weather was quite windy.

I looked over my shoulder down the street. A beautiful scenery was spread over the roofs of the surrounding houses.

As the sun was setting, the sky played with colors of blue, yellow and orange all in the same time. I saw the outlines of palm trees in the distance.

This must be paradise.

And there he was, my prince on a white horse, waiting in front of the main door. Well, more like in his silver Range Rover.

Seeing his gorgeous face, I could feel my cheeks get warmer. Evan's light brown hair was messy and created adorable curls. He kept his stare down towards his lap, I guessed he had a phone there.

I felt a silly smile building up on my face, but I immediately dismissed it because I didn't want to look too excited.

I made my way to the drivers seat and opened the door. He finally looked up from his phone.

"Oh hi, didn't see you coming." he said, caught off guard by me entering his car.

For a moment he examined me with widened eyes and smile on his lips.

"Hi Evan," I put on my seat belt, "so where are we going?" I asked and disarmed him with a smile.

"That's a surprise." he winked at me and grabbed the wheel.

I love surprises, so when I heard that, excitement took all over me. I grinned and we were ready to go.

We were talking about everything along the way. Evan seemed quite nervous, he tried to hide it, but it wasn't his forte. I couldn't help myself, I found his shyness so cute.

"And, we're here." he showed me his adorable dimples by smiling. I was melting inside.

"Wow." I breathed out as I was looking at the building.

Evan got out of the car, walked to my side and opened the door for me. I did not expect that.

As he opened the door, he held out his hand and glanced into my eyes. I grabbed it and got out of the car with his help. Now I really felt like a princess.

The restaurant we entered left me speechless. I could already see it's gonna look fancy from the outside, but the interior completely amazed me.

The furniture reminded me of France and the whole interior had a french, luxury vibe going on.

All the visitors wore formal clothes. We were passing women in evening gowns and men in white shirts.

Evan himself looked stunning. He wore a dark blue suit with a white shirt. The blue navy color did him a good favor by complimenting his skin tone very well.

He looked like a snack. Not even a snack, but like a whole meal! I didn't even have to eat anything that night, all I needed was Evan.

"Mr. Peters?" the waiter asked when we arrived to the main hall of the restaurant.

I still couldn't believe the fact that I was having dinner with THE Evan Peters. It just all still felt so surreal.

Evan had reserved a table for us which I thought was sweet. Although, in these restaurants you probably always have to reserve a place in advance. Nevermind, it's still sweet.

The waiter seated us at a table which was located in the back of the restaurant, it was a very private and intimate place.

There weren't many tables surrounding us, so few people noticed us. That worked for him I guess. He probably didn't want too many people to see us together.

When the waiter came to get our orders, I didn't know what to get, so Evan suggested that we order the same dish.

He ordered something, the name of which was very complicated for me and I couldn't really understand it, lol. I just understood that it would be turkey with some side dish.

You know, all these fancy restaurants with fancy schmancy meal names and fancy ingredients are not really my thing.

I mean, I like to eat out in these types of restaurants, but I still love my good ol' home made meals.

Anyways, the dinner went so well. We had a conversation about many things, including his work. Evan's behaviour was so sweet and observant.

He hung on my every word and seemed genuinely interested in my silly little ramblings.

When we finished our menu, we still sat, talked and drank wine. I've said it before, I don't really like wine, but this kind went perfectly with the meals that Evan chose.

"So, did you like the food?" Evan asked with a satisfied look on his face.

"Yeah, it was delicious. Thank you. I really enjoyed this evening." I said with a warm tone in my voice.

I wasn't lying tho, the dinner was phenomenal and the company was even better.

" I'm so glad," Evan glanced in my eyes and slowly reached for my hand on the table," it's still early, we can... hang out some more."

As his hand gently brushed mine, I could feel the warmth of it linger through my whole body.

" And what do you wanna do?" I smiled.

" We can go for a little moonlight stroll to the beach or..." he looked to the right and then straight into my eyes," to my place." his intense, shameless stare made me nervous.

"Or we can do both..." I looked in his eyes which were full of lust.

My answer left him speechless. He smirked, closed his eyes and exhaled. I could smell his excitement.

"Let's go."