City of Secrets

Chapter 6: That side

I rolled over and found that Simon was gone. I sighed, and grabbed my phone to check the time. I had 1 text.
-had to go. Meet me tonight at the Italian restaurant. Cya at 4 ;)
I assumed it was Simon, or Mark,or whatever he wants me to call him. I should ask him that tonight. I had a million questions.
I got out of bed and got dressed. I brushed my hair and walked into the living room. No one was there.
"Hello?" I yelled.
No response, I guess I was alone. I was actually relieved. I could lay around and gather my thought about everything that happened last night. I had so many questions I decided to write them down and bring them to dinner. I grabbed my piece of paper and within 3 minutes it was full. I put the paper down. What time was it? I checked my phone. 3 in the afternoon. I had to get ready for dinner! I ran into my room and threw on a pink skirt, and a black tank top. The skirt was a little to small for my taste, but I didn't have time to change now. I grabbed my purse and hurried out the door.
"Hey!" I greeted. Simon was waiting for me in the back of the restaurant.
"Hey," he said plainly.
I got straight to the point.
"So, I have some questions," I started.
He didn't respond so I continued.
"First, what do I call you? Mark or Simon?" I asked.
"Mark in front of other people, Simon when we're alone, or you can call me sweetheart, honey bunch," he replied.
I shot him a glance.
"Second, why were you so, shy and timid at the airport, but now your just," I didn't want to say the word.
"I'm just what," he asked with a playful grin.
"Your acting like a bad, 'donkey'" I said.
He stared at me confused for a while.
"Oh! You mean bada-" I cut him off.
"Yes! You don't need to say it though!" I said.
He laughed and leaned back in his chair.
"The act at the airport, well that was exactly that, an act," he explained.
"They told me to act shy and sweet," he said. He pulled out a box of cigarettes and a lighter.
"What are you doing!" I said as I snatched the cigarette box.
"Hey!" He said loudly.
"These things could kill you!" I said.
"And?" He replied.
I groaned.
"Just give me the box. I won't light one," he said annoyed.
I stared at him for a minute.
"Ugh, fine! But don't light it!" I warned.
I handed him the box and he flashed me a toothy smile.
"You need a nickname," he suddenly said.
"What?" I asked.
"Hmm, how about, kitten?" He asked.
"Of course I get the most cliché name ever," I complained.
"Oh quit complaining, kitten," he smiled as he said that.
I rolled my eyes.
"Your so bad at making up names," I said half joking.
"Ha! I'll come up with something better, but for now, your kitten," he said.
I gave up. It was silent for a while.
"So tell me about yourself, your real self," I said.
"Well, I'm not the type of person you would introduce to your parents. Let's just say that," he replied.
"What are some of you hobbies?" I asked.
"You wouldn't want to hear them," he said winking.
I just got what he meant.
"Gross! You sicko!" I said in disgust.
He started laughing again.
"Ok how about, what's your favorite color?" I asked.
"Black," he said dully.
"Why am I not surprised," I replied.
His phone went off. He picked it up and looked at it.
"Aw crap kitten. I've got to go! I'll see you later though," he winked and walked away.
How was he so caring and gentle, but now he was 'this'. Was this what he always was like? It was kind of interesting, but I knew he had a gentle side. I remember it from last night. I hope that wasn't the last time I saw that side.