Secrets Red Aloud: Mafias Undoing

chp37 A real date

Darya

I am in my room sitting on my desk, trying to force myself to open a stupid box. Open the box. That's when I put the box on the floor. Taking out the first file looks like there are 4 files in the box. Placing it on my desk.

My phone dings from the other side of the room. I side my chair away from the desk. I slowly walk to the table. Plopping down on the bed, I take my phone in charge.

YBF

Since we are going to be stuck with each other
For a while, this is what i'm thinking.
….
What?

You, me. A real date.
Ill will pick you up at 5:30 today flowers, pretty car, and a very pretty
girl
First, grab dinner, your favourite obviously, talk for hours over dinner.
Then we will catch a 7:00 movie, your pick.
Then we get ice cream, i'll get vanilla and you'll get your favourite and we will
sit there and fall in love w/ each other while we watch crs go by and talk
about life.
Then have you home by 9 and if i'm lucky a hug and a kiss good night.
I put a lot of thought into that.

I really plague your mind day and night don't i.

Is that a yes.

I put my phone down and giggle to myself, he does fancy me. That's when it clicked I am the girl he likes.

We are sitting down all of us watching a movie Allana had picked out. We were watching (movies). The rain is pounding on the ground beating the ground  And there is a honk outside. Drivers and their road rage.

There's a loud knock on the door. Asher jumps out of his skin. It is probably Marge from across the hallway asking about a cat she thinks we stole.

Opening the door I say, “Marge we don't have your-”

To see ky holding a bouquet of roses.  I hung him by taking the roses and putting them into a vase in the kitchen. As I go and grab my coat Asher comes to see who was at the door.

“Guys I'm leaving,” I tried calling against the loud tv.

Asher kisses my forehead goodbye, and sends a warning glance at Kyros.

“Come on, Angel.” I drag him agway for Ashers warning glare. I was afraid they would start a kick off. Asher didn’t trust him.

We went to an Indian restaurant, across the city in the posher side of the city. A waiter comes and leads us to our table against the wall. It is quiet and isolated from other tables, as if they had been rearranged. He pulls out a chair for me, as the waiter fills our glasses with water.

We ordered our food and sat staring into each other's eyes.

“The weather?” he asks. Starting small talk

I turn my head towards the giant window. The rain hammering down from the heavens. The storm is like a sinister shadow lurking in the darkness. Thunder became the drums of the Heavens, beating in the sky and striking the earth in vigorous flashes of light. Harsh rain poured and pelted the window as it fell.

He turns his head after I look at him deadpan. Is he serious?

“It's nice and warm and sunny, my darling angel.”

“Don't be smart my little devil. It might be nice and warm in hel”

“What happened to Luce?” I twisted my head at him, “realised that's not my name.”

“Didn't think you would miss the name, my little devil,” he whispers under his breath.

He booked out a cinema
(movie)

After the movies there is spontaneously an ice cream truck in front of the cinemas. Who would have thought. He grabbed a strawberry one, and the man even before I had to question gave me my favourite vanilla with blue sherbert ice cream.

Out of tiredness I ask “do you have a slushie.”

“Ma'am this fine establishment is an ice cream van.”