Dangerous Evans (Imagine Version)

Five.

"Awh, I liked the first look better" Tristan says with a sad lip but total mischieve in his eyes as you walk back into the kitchen.

You were amazed to see that he had plated up food for you both and made some fresh coffee. "Well I guess I should thank you for not letting my food burn."

"No problem" he managed to say through a mouth full of food.

You both eat in silence, but a surprisingly comfortable silence. When you both finished, Tristan even offered to clean up while you finished getting ready. You'd decided on a pair of ripped skinny jeans, an oversized flannel and heels (considering Tris was about half a foot taller than you). Even though you knew you shouldn't like him, you still wanted to make a good impresson so you quickly put on some matte red lipstick and gave your eyeliner a slightly longer wing.

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*woot woo* whistled Tris as you made your way back to him. "Looking extremely beautiful" he compliments you.

If truth be told, so far he hadn't shown you any reason to think he's the twat everyone says he is, but you kept your guard up just in case.

"Shall we go?" you gesture with a smile.

"Yeah. But uhm, those shoes won't work I'm afraid. Have you got any boots?" he laughs.

"What, why do I need boots for? We're going for coffee not a hike!" you say with slight sadness that he wasn't approving of your outfit.

"I'm not trying to be rude, just go look out the window." he said with an amused grin on his face.

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When you looked out your window your jaw nearly hit the floor. "There is not a hope in hell I'm getting on that. Are you trying to kill me?" you shout much to his amusement. Right outside the entrance of your apartment stood an all black Kawasaki motorbike.

"I won't let anything happen to you, don't worry. I'll even let you squeeze my guts out if it will make you feel safer" you reassures you but a genuine smile. God that smile was one of the most beautiful things in the world.