Chapter Six: Movies, Men, and More?
“You look amazing,” Alex said as he helped me out of the limo. I looked down at my new outfit, a dark-wash miniskirt, light grey stiletto boots, a light grey baby-doll tank top, and a long, thin, black ¾ sleeve cotton sweater that came down to my mid thy. “Thank you,” I replied with a smile. He smiled back, taking my hand in his and escorting me through the parking lot to his black and white Audi R8. “Milady,” he said as he opened the passenger side door. I giggle slightly before stepping into the car. Alex walked around to the driver’s side after shutting my door, and drove out of the parking lot. “So, where are we going, exactly?” I asked as he pulled onto the highway. “I was thinking that we could see a movie,” he told me, “got anything in mind?” I thought for a moment before an idea popped into my mind. “Battle Los Angeles?” I suggested, waiting for his reaction. A smile played on his lips, “perfect.”
After the movie, Alex and I walked across the street to a small café. “Table for two, Alex said as he took my hand in his. “Right this way,” said a woman with short brown hair and a southern accent. She led us over to a small booth next to a window. “So, Alex,” I said, as we took our seats across from each other, “I’ve told you everything you wanted to know about me, tell me some stuff about you.” He smiled at me as the waitress brought us our coffee. “Well, let’s see,” he started, “I was born in Red Cloud, Nebraska. Lived with my parents and my dog, Crimson, on our farm till I was nineteen. After my mom died three years ago, I moved over to DC, rented an apartment, and have had a part time job at The Source while I’ve been taking classes online. I’m aiming to get my Masters degree in Criminology.” “Nice,” I commented, slightly surprised by his lack of a past.
“So,” he said as I took a sip of my coffee, “what are you doing tomorrow night?” I put the small white mug back on the table. “Hm, let me think, tomorrow’s Sunday, right?” He nodded his head, smiling at my ignorance. “Nothing comes to mind,” I told him, my violet eyes dancing in the florescent ceiling lights. “Well then,” he said, resting his head in his hands and leaning across the table, “I’ll have to change that, now won’t I? How about a moonlit picnic?” I smirked, matching his stance before leaning across the table to kiss him. “I’d love to,” I said as I pulled away.
The rest of the date went by smoothly; we finally left the café around 1:30AM. “Thank you for the date tonight,” I said as Alex parked in front of Uncle Ducky’s house. “I’ll pick you up here tomorrow at eight,” he said, as I unbuckled my seatbelt. “I’ll see you then, Alexander,” I purred as I leaned in for another kiss. We broke apart moments later and I smiled, pecked him on the cheek, and exited the car. I walked up to the front porch, turning around and waving as he drove off down the street. I walked inside, locking the door behind me. Doing a quick scan of the first floor, I assumed that Uncle Ducky was probably asleep already. I silently tip-toed up the stairs and took a quick shower before slipping into my night shirt and falling asleep in my bed.
