The Life Of Quinn Black | ✔️

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A FEW SONGS PLAYED THIS CHAPTER:

~ L. O. V. E - Nat King Cole

~Orange Colored Sky - Nat King Cole [ ABOVE; Play whenever you'd like. ]

~ Feeling Good - Nina Simone

~ Under My Skin - Frank Sinatra

-New cover...

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Quinn thrashed through her closet in search of a matching pair of shoes to go with her outfit.

Tony had asked her out today, and although it was last minute, she agreed to go. She hated not knowing ahead of time because the rush of preparation frustrated her. Have the courtesy to be punctual- is all she asked.

This was the third time he'd done that. And his often and unexpected appearances at the office have become more of a distraction than a romantic gesture.

"Miss, there's... someone at your door." Lisa frowned. "I thought your said you were done with him."

"I am. He just doesn't know it yet." She sighed. "Tell him I'll be down in a minute." Quinn finished up.

"Quinn, you look gorgeous." Tony smiled down at her when she made it to the door.

Her lips thinned, "Thank you. You don't look bad yourself."

"You're too nice," he slid his hand into hers before they left.

"Where would you like to go?" Tony seemed to be driving aimlessly.

Quinn's jaw clenched. How could you ask someone out on a date, and then not know where the said date is going to take place? "You go ahead and choose." She gritted out, annoyed.

They made slightly comfortable small talk on their way to the restaurant.

"I hope you're okay with this," he grinned nervously as he helped her out of the car.

She studied the sports bar and grill then turned to Tony. "It's great." It wasn't. She didn't like sports bars.

He sighed out in relief and opened the door, "After you,"

"Thank you," She nodded.

After they had gotten seated and ordered their drinks, Quinn surveyed the place. Thankfully, despite it being game night, the bar wasn't packed.

Tony was speaking, but Quinn was too busy trying to locate the stare she felt since she had walked in the door.

Sparkling emerald eyes, pointed ski sloped nose, soft thin pink lips pulled apart to reveal Colgate campaign worthy teeth.

Why the hell was Alexander Irons here?

He lifted an eyebrow. "Tony?" He mouthed.

Quinn narrowed her eyes.

"Quinn?" Tony's sweaty hand covered hers and he now had her attention.

"Wha- uhm, yes?" She stumbled on her words and brought her hand under the table to wipe it off. "Sorry, I was er," her eyes cut to the amused man at the bar. "I was watching the game." She nodded toward the tv, which, sure enough was playing a Packers and Seahawks game.

'Go Seahawks' she thought sarcastically.

Tony shifted and craned his head to peer behind him.

"That the best you can do?" Alexander mouthed.

"Why are you here?" Quinn mouthed back.

He smirked and pointed above his head. "The game."