Absolution | +18

Chapter 30

Val

As the clock nears 8, my nerves are a tangled mess. I can't help but fidget as I get ready, trying to calm the fluttering anxiety in my stomach. I decide to go with a classic, understated look that will hopefully work for any occasion Sam might have planned.

I slip into a daring black tank top that clings to my curves, the fabric smooth and stretchy, offering both comfort and a bold statement. The tank top's low neckline adds a touch of allure, contrasting with the high-waisted skirt that hugs my waist and flares out slightly, ending just above my knees. The skirt, with its sleek and modern design, accentuates the daring nature of the top.

To add a touch of sophistication and warmth, I layer a black leather jacket over the ensemble. The jacket's cropped fit and silver hardware give it a touch of edge, balancing out the more daring elements of the outfit.

I complete the look with my black Doc Martens, their chunky soles grounding the outfit with a mix of attitude and comfort. The boots give a rebellious edge while ensuring that I'm ready for whatever the night might bring.

I check myself in the mirror, adjusting the jacket and smoothing down my hair. It's styled in loose waves that frame my face, giving me a polished yet relaxed appearance. Just as I'm about to step out, my phone buzzes with a text from Sam: "Hey, I'm ready to leave. Text me your address so I can pick you up."

I send him my address quickly, not giving it much thought. The anticipation is making my hands shake a bit as I finish my hair, adding a final touch of hair spray to keep everything in place. When I receive another text from Sam telling me he's here, I take a deep breath, give Pepper a tender kiss goodbye, and head downstairs.

As I step out of the building, I see Sam standing next to his car. He's dressed in a sharp black polo and black pants that make him look effortlessly stylish. In his hand, he holds a bouquet of flowers—a thoughtful touch that immediately brings a smile to my face. The flowers are a mix of deep reds and soft pinks, their colors vibrant against the backdrop of the evening sky.

Sam's face lights up when he sees me, his eyes reflecting a warmth that's reassuring. "Hey, Val," he says, his voice filled with genuine enthusiasm.

I smile back, feeling a rush of relief and excitement. "Hi, Sam."

I walk over to the car, the evening air cool against my cheeks. Sam opens the door for me, and I slide into the seat, the soft leather feeling cool and inviting. As he gets in and starts the engine, the car fills with a soft, ambient light from the dashboard, and the gentle hum of the engine is soothing.

We drive off, the city lights casting fleeting shadows across the window. I glance over at Sam, who looks effortlessly charming in his simple outfit. We chat about our day, the conversation flowing easily and helping to ease my nerves. The bouquet of flowers sits on the seat between us, a sweet reminder of his thoughtful gesture.

The drive is pleasant, and as the cityscape gives way to quieter streets, I can't help but feel a sense of curiosity and anticipation for what the evening might hold.

The drive is smooth, with the city lights gradually fading into a more serene, suburban landscape. Sam navigates the car down a series of quiet streets, and soon we pull up to a restaurant that seems to straddle the line between elegance and edge.

The exterior of the restaurant is striking, with a modern, industrial facade that features exposed brick and sleek steel accents. Large windows reveal a warm, inviting interior bathed in a soft, ambient glow. The restaurant's sign, in understated gold lettering, reads "The Velvet Edge." The name feels fitting, given the blend of sophistication and a hint of rebellion that characterizes the place.