Today is the fucking day! Sam and I have graduated from the Dayhelm Institute of Science. Once the last student sits back in their seat, all the graduates throw their hats into the air, covering the sky with a black blanket. Sam and I keep our hats on our heads. We want every piece of our attire so we can have them to recall back on this day later in our lives.
After our graduation, I take Sam on a fancy dinner date to celebrate this amazing day. We go to a four-star restaurant where lavish-style clothing is mandatory. Our expensive dresses fit the part of what looks like a wealthy couple. We look so damn sexy and elegant that I struggle not to stare too much at her.
The moment we take our seats, a handsome white boy with messy black yet curly hair introduces himself as our waiter for the night. He's got two silver earrings in both of his ears, light freckles on his cheeks, a clean smooth-shaven face, and I mildly deep reverberant voice.
"My, my. You ladies look wonderful tonight," he says as he hands us our menus.
"Thank you," Sam says with a big smile. I say the same thing, minus the smile.
"My name is Vladamir, and I'll be taking care of all your needs."
"Vladamir. Interesting name. Are you Russian?" I ask out of curiosity.
"Babe, don't be silly," Sam says.
"Nope. American born. My dad thought it was cool. I don't mind it," Vladamir says. He takes out his notepad and then speaks to us with a poor yet funny impression of a Russian accent. "What drinks would you like to start with?" It takes us a few seconds to read off what.
"I'll take a Smooth Smooch."
"Alright. And you, madam?"
"Grape Phantom," I say, eyeing Sam. Her eyes open further out for a slight moment, then she shakes her head with disbelief. She tries to hide her smile to no avail.
"You must have a taste for the sweet and strong, eh?"
"Alcohol is my thing, Vlad." After saying that, I point at him to emphasize my next statement. "I'm not a drunkard."
"I wasn't thinking that or any of the sorts." He gives us a quick bow before leaving to service other people.
"He's cute."
"I had a feeling you were going to say that," Sam says, watching him talk with someone behind me. "I can kinda see it."
"Kinda?" I laugh almost out loud. I'm going to ignore that comment. We can have that conversation tomorrow at home where I can fight my case out of earshot from people. For today, I need to keep our graduation celebration memento going. After a few minutes of lollygagging and a couple of laughs, our dinner finally comes. The size of the dishes is what we expected before coming here. They don't fill the space on the plate.
"Think this is filling for you?" I say.
"My fat self won't be satisfied, but I'll be okay."
"You can order more. I got the money to cover it."
"Babe, it's alright."
It doesn't long for us to eat everything on our plate. I order her chocolate cake and for myself, strawberry pie.
"Hey, Nikki," she says slowly and in a monotone.
"I don't like that sound of that."
"What?" She says, chuckling.
"You said my name after you called me Babe. That's not a good sign." Her eyes roll in a half circle. "What is it?"
"You should join them."
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Nayantara
AcciónA freak accident granted Nikki unprecedented abilities. Existing in a society of superpower beings good and corrupt, her ordinary life will forever change when she learns about the threatening origin surrounding her powers.
