"A-an Offer?", You shudder towards 'Nikky'. "That's right Sweetheart; an offer." He steps away a little from your body, and pulls out a small handkerchief, "Take this as a small welcoming gift from myself, regardless of whether you choose the offer or not, you may keep this as, say, a small memento" He holds it out to you, and most curiously you take the 'memento'. "Now, i bet you're wondering what this offer is eh'? He tilts his chin a little, emphasizing his rigid jawline in the beaming sunlight. "Now here, my proposition is that you find me a little item that belongs to me? One of your little 'friends' had it , back at, ummm...what do they call it- their 'Hideout'" Another lump forms within your throat making it difficult to speak, "Y-yes, their 'Hideout'... What exactly...do you want?" His lips pout a little and a small, shy smirk forms. "Just a little 'belonging', it means 'soooo' much to me Sweetheart, you gotta help me out, i'm beggin' ya Sweetheart. I'll give ya' anything in return...promise" Your face screws up as you think, and inevitably a silence brews between you, and Nikki. "Hmm, c'mon." He takes your arm without any hesitation, and intertwines it with yours. "We'll walk and talk." His arm slowly pulls you in close as you walk down the stairs and out of the building.
A good while later into the day it feels like hours have flown by. You and Nikki have been walking for miles, he's stopped a few times to take you into various Cafés, and bakeries for drinks, and bites to each- all of which led to more conversation. Right now, you two were at a small diner enjoying each others company, settled into a two 'seater' booth; predominately used by couples on nights out.
"So tell me, F/N, hows a pretty little gem like you end up with a bunch of Asswipes like those guys?" He places an elbow onto the table and looks at you as you take a sip of your drink. Eventually you put the glass down and radiate a smile towards him, "Guess i was unlucky, sorta...hmmm, i walked in on one of their 'little jobs'." Nikki raises and eyebrow, and pulls his familiar pout, "So, that's it?" You look up towards him confused, "What do you mean? Were you expecting something else?" An aggravated sigh leaves his mouth, "It's nothing Sweetheart, lets just order our meals, and have a good night? Sound good?" He gives a little smile towards you, and hands you the menu, before the diner door bell sets off; as the door swings open, and your face turns to see whom is entering. It's none other than 'Fucking Asshole' himself.
(Sorry this is taking so long! Ive been focused on school and artwork recently! To anyone who reads this, id like to thank you! It means so much to me knowing that people are enjoying this!)
