I threw on some black leggings and white blouse with black high heels. I hadn't gone out on a date in years and decided to wear something, well simple. I looked at the time on my phone; 7:45pm.I did some final touch ups to my make up before I heard the knock on the door.
Are you kidding me? Right at 8, desperate much?
I looked through the peephole and saw Anthony standing on the other side with some white roses in his hand. Don't those represent death or something? I've seen Selena.
I quickly opened the door when she saw him starting to lean forward to knock again, "Hey there," I said stepping back, "come in while I grab my purse."
"These are for you," Anthony said handing me the flowers, "I hope you like them."
I took them and held them up to my nose to smell them. Flowers always reminded me of a funeral, no matter what kind they were, "They are beautiful and smell lovely, thank you, I'll find a vase the put them in."
Anthony looked around my apartment and made his way towards the living room, "You decorate nice."
"Thanks," I said coming out of the kitchen, "not that it matters anymore but how did you know where I lived?"
Anthony looked at her puzzled, "Really?" causing me to shrug and nod in response.
"I'm your boss remember? It's on file."
Okay creep.Well not really he could have just said... well I'm not sure.
I let out a nervous laugh, "Silly me, okay let's go." Grabbing my purse as we both walked out of my apartment door and walked towards his car.
Behind his car I noticed an unfamiliar black car, I got an uneasy feeling but then again I didn't know a lot of my neighbors very well. I didn't see anyone sitting in it although it was already dark outside. I shrugged it off as Anthony opened the passenger door for me.
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"You look very lovely tonight." Anthony told me once we settled in the restaurant.
I cleared my throat and smiled at him, "Thank you so do you," I looked at him up and down and after a quick pause I said, "Well you always wear a suit and tie so you don't really look that much different." I placed my hand over my mouth and Anthony let out a laugh.
"It's okay, I didn't know what else to wear." He quickly replied blushing looking around embarrassed.
"I didn't mean it in a bad way." I said feeling my cheeks flush. I have got to stop being so hateful.
"So I look good then?" He said pulling on his black suit and smirking at me.
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms,"Don't flatter yourself." I said winking at him. He always looked looked.
Before Anthony could reply the waiter came and placed one plate each in front of us and told us to enjoy our meal.
A few minutes of comfortable silence passed before Anthony spoke up, "How's your food?"
I wiped my mouth with a napkin and took a drink of water, "This is really good, yours?" I looked over at his steak with garlic roasted red potatoes causing my mouth to water. His meal looked amazing.
"It's always perfect here," He said cutting into another piece of his steak causing the juices to run out."you can never go wrong with medium-rare."
"I prefer rare." I said looking down at my salad wishing I had ordered at steak but I didn't want to feel I was being too expensive even though Anthony did have a lot of money.
"Try some," Anthony said holding out the fork to me with a piece of steak at the end of it.
I opened my mouth causing him to lean forward as he placed it inside and took it smoothly off the fork like a pro, "This is amazing." I said once she finished eating it.
"Well we know what to get you next time." He said smiling at me.
I looked at him puzzled, "Are you asking me out on a second date?"
Anthony smiled, "I thought it wasn't a date?"
I felt my face get hot and shrugged, "I'm having a good time, I wouldn't mind coming back." I looked around the restaurant and saw happy couples everywhere, it made me miss being happy and in love.
"Good, than a second date it is," Anthony said sighing in relief, he leaned forward and lowered his voice, "I have an odd question for you."
"Okay.." I said putting my fork down. He seemed so serious and that made me kind of nervous.
He locked eyes with me and in almost a whisper he asked, "Who's Cassie?"
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A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a few days. Forgive me? I never write with a plan, I just write and come up with ideas each chapter so don't hate me if it kind of goes left and right.
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