Captain Swan - For Your Eyes Only

Part 8

Dave: Thank you again for going on a date with my sister. She's really excited about it.

Killian cursed himself when he read David's text the next morning. How can he possibly back out of it now? He didn't want to disappoint anyone but going on this date was something he hadn't planned on since last night. But David would never forgive him if he backed out now.

Sighing deeply in regret, he typed a reply to his friend.

Killian: No problem, mate. Just tell me where and when.

He was hoping it was a bar or a club, even Granny's Diner would do. Something loud and distracting.

David: Tony's at 6 this Friday.

Bloody hell. Tony's was a nice Italian restuarant downtown. Formal attire and reservations were required. A candlelit dinner and intimate conversation was not something he had quite expected from his friend. Should he be weirded out that David was trying to get his sister to go on a romantic date with a guy she'd never met before? Besides, he highly doubted that he would even be able to get a table seeing that Friday was only a couple days away.

David: And don't worry, I already made reservations for the 2 of you.

Buggering fuck. Now, he would really feel like a complete ass if he backed out.

Killian: I'll be there.

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Killian took a long, hot shower thinking about his Buttercup. He dried himself with a towel and got dressed, pulling on his black dress pants and buttoning up his dark blue shirt, straightening the collar. Although he didn't fancy the idea of going out with anyone but her, it had been quite some time since he had to dress up and be his charming self. He was nervous to be honest, but it felt different. It felt Good.

He showed up at the restaurant, running his hand through his hair. He didn't know what she looked like, only that she had long blonde hair, green eyes and would be wearing a red dress. The hostess would lead them both to the table David had reserved, though.

He was greeted at the door and led to the table. It was covered in a champagne-colored cloth with a candle lit up on top and a crystal vase with a single rose. The silverware was wrapped in red napkins and Frank Sinatra was playing over the speakers.

Killian pulled out his phone as he sat down and waited. He hadn't told Buttercup about his date and made up some lame excuse about going to the library to study. He didn't like lying but he knew it would make her upset if he told her the truth.

Looking at his screen, there were no texts or phone calls that indicated the cancellation of this date, so he set his phone down and twiddled his thumbs patiently. He really wished his Buttercup was meeting him here instead of David's sister, but what was a poor lad to do under these pending circumstances?

Ten minutes had passed by and he picked up the phone again, mostly out of boredom. She wasn't late yet. He had gotten there early, but still, he really wanted to get this night over with.

When he saw that there was still no messages or missed calls, he sighed and pulled up the the conversations he had with Buttercup. A smile blossomed over his lips. Yes, a lot of what they texted was dirty talk but their was also casual conversation as well, though they never went into too much detail about themselves. They wanted to keep some mystery to their identity until they finally met in person.

When his eyes lifted from the screen and spanned the distance across the room, he was blown away by what he saw at the door. Golden blonde, a sharp red dress that clung to soft curves and was cut below her thighs, exposing gorgeous, long legs that could drive a man wild.