The Fallen Angel

52.What about the Date?

"We're the best!" a couple of gangstas shouted, their voices ringing out over the raucous din of the club. But despite their rowdy cheers, none of them seemed bothered by anything as they continued to revel in their own little world.

Feeling a rumble in my stomach, I glanced around at the leftovers scattered across the table. "I'm starving," I muttered under my breath, eyeing the meager offerings.

A waitress sidled up to me, offering a glass of wine. "Nah, I'm good," I declined, not really feelin' the vibe of this shady joint.

As I scanned the room, my eyes darted around in search of Ero. But before I could find him, a group of guys sauntered over, their smug grins makin' my skin crawl. "Hey, comare," one of them sneered, a cigarette dangling from his fingers. "Lookin' for your gangsta boyfriend?"

I bristled at the insult, straightenin' up to face them head-on. "He's not a gangsta," I retorted defiantly, but they just laughed in my face.

"Why's he off enjoyin' the new drugs, then?" another one taunted, gesturin' towards Ero with a smirk plastered on his face.

"Ero!" I called out, my voice sharp with irritation. "What are you doing over there? I told you no smoking!"

He just flashed me a grin, his demeanor infuriatingly nonchalant. "I'll be back soon," he reassured me, leavin' me to stew in my frustration.

"What about our date?" I demanded, but he'd already disappeared into the throng of partygoers, leavin' me standin' there feelin' more than a little ticked off.

"Ero," I called out with a mix of frustration and longing, my disappointment evident in my voice. But before I could make my way back to my seat, he reached out and pulled me close, his arm wrapping around my waist as he drew me in against his chest. Leaning my head against his shoulder, I let out a sigh as he gently lifted my hand, a playful grin tuggin' at the corners of his lips.

"Let's dance," he murmured, his voice low and seductive, and before I could protest, the music shifted, enveloping us in its sultry rhythm. With a soft chuckle, I surrendered to his embrace, allowing him to guide me as we moved together in perfect harmony to the music's intoxicating beat.

The gangstas suddenly morphed into a cheer squad, rooting for us like we were the stars of a dance-off. More guys joined in with their fancy footwork, adding to the spectacle. "Wow, that's something!" I chuckled, caught up in the infectious energy of the moment. I shot a playful glance at Ero. "Did you plan this?" I teased, but he just flashed a mischievous grin.

As the night wore on, we became the reigning dance duo, moving in perfect harmony to the beat. It felt like we were in our own little world, where the rhythm of the music was the only thing that mattered. But even in the midst of the chaos, I couldn't shake Ero's persistent charm.

Eventually, I found myself reluctantly torn away from the dance floor, surrounded by the echoes of laughter and good times. "Now? But I'm in the groove!" I protested, but Ero just gave me that irresistible smile of his. "Let's head somewhere special," he suggested, and despite my initial hesitation, I couldn't help but be intrigued by the promise of more adventures with him.

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"Why you zoomin' like you're in a Fast and Furious movie?" I chuckled, eyeing my partner-in-crime's reckless driving. He just grinned and slid his hand behind, grabbing mine. "You know you can't drive one-handed, right?" I ribbed, but he was too busy playing with my fingers like they were some sort of fidget toy. Leaning in closer to his helmet, I couldn't help but wonder, "So, spill it, where's the next thrill ride?".

Silence. Typical. Instead, he kept on cruising, and I started to notice the streets were looking mighty familiar. "Uh, Ero, I think—" I began, but he abruptly pulled over next to this dodgy-looking caravan.

"What's the dealio? Why are we parked here?" I questioned, watching as he yanked off his helmet, revealing a head of hair that looked like it just had a wild night out with a tornado.

"This is it? Oh, come on! I expected more," I groaned, flopping into a seat. "Can't rely on immortals for date ideas. What do they know about romance, right?" I joked, dragging my legs inside, thoroughly unimpressed.

I strolled in, taking in the sight of Ero's spotless abode, a vast improvement from the last time I swung by. The air was filled with the scent of cleanliness and something delicious cooking in the kitchen. "Did you clean up your act?" I quipped, unable to resist a playful jab.

Ero, busy shedding his jacket, offered a nonchalant nod. "Hm, yeah," he confirmed, before disappearing into the kitchen. I plopped down on the couch, a slight pout forming on my lips. "I was hoping we'd hit up a fancy spot," I lamented, but Ero emerged with two glasses and a determined look.

"I'll whip up something special for you," he declared, a glint of mischief in his eye. I couldn't help but grin in response. "Alright, I'll pitch in," I agreed, eager to see what culinary delights he had in store.

"No, no, you're eyeballin' it," I persisted, trying to pour ingredients into the pot without a measuring cup. But Ero wasn't impressed.

"That's way too much!" he exclaimed, wincing as I dumped an excessive amount of seasoning into the mix. "It tastes awful," he muttered under his breath, sampling the disastrous concoction.

"It's burnin'!" I yelped, frantically trying to salvage the dish as smoke billowed from the oven. But Ero had had enough of my culinary chaos, shooing me away from the kitchen.

"Nah, nah, I don't need your help. Just sit down," he ordered, pointing me towards the couch. "I know what I'm doin'."

Feeling defeated, I grabbed a knife and retreated to the relative safety of the countertop. "Fine, I'll just stick to choppin' vegetables," I grumbled, trying to salvage what little dignity I had left.

But even that proved to be a challenge, with Ero hovering over me, critiquing every slice. "You're cuttin' 'em too big! You wanna choke on your food?" he chided, his hands swooping in to correct my mistakes.

Finally, he took pity on me, stepping in to lend a hand as his hands guided mine. "There ya go," he said, offering me the perfectly sliced vegetables. But I wasn't ready to throw in the towel just yet.

"Hold on, help me with these," I pleaded, gesturing towards the mountain of ingredients still awaiting prep.

We were diggin' into the grub, and man, the aroma was fillin' up the whole place. I was takin' my sweet time eatin', tryin' to act all prim and proper since it was my first meal with my first-ever boyfriend. "This is so damn delicious," I mumbled between mouthfuls, practically savorin' every bite.

Meanwhile, Ero was chillin', sippin' on his beer like it was nobody's business. I couldn't stand the space between us, so I scooted closer, snugglin' up next to him. "I had no idea you were such a boss in the kitchen," I gushed, inchin' even closer. "Did you try the dessert? It was bomb. Wanna have a taste?"

But he shook his head, all focused on his brew. "I'm stuffed," he mumbled, his attention still on the beer. "But you barely touched your food. I polished off everything," I grumbled, but undeterred, I reached for his hand, tryin' to intertwine our fingers.

Just as I was about to make contact, he looked at me, his body movin' closer to mine. "Thanks," he said softly, pullin' me into a hug. "This is the best day ever," I blurted out, feelin' all warm and fuzzy inside as he held my hand and planted a sweet little peck on the corner of my lips.

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