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❝Death is inevitable. It's a promise made to us at birth.❞
Arielle is a studious young woman striving to be a chef. Her life is full of going to class, reading textbooks, and hanging out with her friends, until she meets Zayn. Zayn's an...
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➳ ARIELLE'S POV
It's been a few days since I got my new tattoo, and I've been spending my time working hard at Vinum. I had to admit that I really liked the internship. I like my boss, I enjoy spending time with my coworkers, and the job itself is incredibly fun, and rewarding. I love going into work and the day's end up feeling way shorter than they actually are.
But now it's Friday and apparently, we have plans. Nyjah sent me a text message earlier today, which I had received while I was on my lunch break. He said we were going out, and to dress appropriately. I wasn't sure exactly what that meant, but when I came home after a day of work, he said to wear a dress, heels, "Something you'd wear to a bar!"
If we were going to a bar, I really didn't know how—seeing as how I'm still underage, but that wasn't a problem when we went to a bar before Christmas. Despite not even knowing what was going on, I schlepped to my room, and got ready. Once I was completely ready to go, I find myself feeling excited, knowing I could use a few drinks to loosen up and have some fun.
"Ready to go?" Nyjah asks as he pokes his head into my room.
I check over my appearance once more in the mirror. My makeup looks good—I'd decided to give myself a smoky eye, along with a daring red lip. My hair was in an adorable little bun, and my form-fitting black dress looked both cute and sexy, with the heels I'd chosen to wear making me a few inches taller—taller than Nyjah even.
"Ari," Nyjah whines. "You look ravishing, can we go now?"
I sigh heavily before grabbing my clutch from atop the dresser. "Alright, fine. You've only been whining about it for the past twenty minutes! Can you at least tell me where we're going?"
"Now that'd be taking all the fun out of it, wouldn't it?"
"Can you at least tell me who'll be there?" I ask as he leads us to his car.
"Zayn, Zoe, I think Drew might be making an appearance, as well." He locks up the house and then presses a button on his keys, unlocking the doors to the vehicle.
"Is this just a random night out? Or are we celebrating something?" Holding onto the handle of the car door, I stare at him across the vehicle.
"Arielle, dear—" He scratches at the stubble of facial hair that's grown out along his chin. He seems to be thinking for a moment before he looks back at me and smiles. "You'll see when we get there."
I let out an annoyed sigh, getting into the car. "Why have you got to be so irritating?"
"Maybe 'cause it's fun," he replies with a shrug. He starts up the car and we begin the journey to wherever it is, to do whatever is planned. It frustrates me to no end not knowing where we're going, or what's about to happen, but I secretly think Nyjah feeds off my annoyance for his own weird pleasure.
