weapons † hs [two]

25. it's you

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it's been a hell of a ride...and look how he stares at her aw i'm not ready for this

The drive to my date, my practically blind date, proves long and scenic. When the long-haired stranger approached me and ruined my jacket at the bar, I figured his clothes were expensive, but as the sheriff informed me the elite of Pebblebrook lived in these woods, I must imagine that his house is just as pricey.

How I managed to snatch a dinner with some Richie Rich is beyond me, and if I actually cared enough to pick up Ryan's 'I told you so' calls ever since I shot him a text of my dreamboat disaster, he wouldn't believe it either.

I had looked up his address while I was cancelling the reservation I had just booked at a sketchy, convenient motel. After seeing just where it was, I ended up changing into the outfit I had planned on wearing when I met my imaginary boyfriend and doing up my hair, hoping to help the sober appearance I wanted to have. When he met me, I was halfway to the drunken mess I wanted to turn into, and the hours that have passed certainly have got me back to my depressing self.

"Your destination is on the left."

The castle this princess lives in is big enough that my GPS need not assure me the location, and my jaw drops as I turn in to the semi-circular driveway, laughing at myself hysterically at the fact that I scored an evening in a mansion with a forward stranger. When I got myself sober, the entirety of the situation became ten times funnier in fact. I really don't know why I am here, let alone why I let the man compel me to come, but the whole reason I made this thirty minute drive was for one reason. I have nothing left to live for, so I ought to do something way out of my comfort zone, even if that means he could be a serial killer for all I know.

The door towers over me intimidatingly as I uneasily ring the doorbell and adjust my hair, hearing the click of a lock before being greeted by my host of the evening who leans comfortably on the door frame with crossed arms, his green eyes that relentlessly tugged me in from the moment I laid eyes on him eating me up head to toe as he smiles warmly.

"Sober is a good look on you," he banters, gesturing at me with his hand, "much less mid-life crisis."

"Thanks?"

A whiff of his expensive cologne floods my nostrils, and I'm weak for a moment when he steps back and allows me space to enter. "C'mon in, stranger."

I force my senses to return, stepping into Rapunzel's castle, gawking in awe at the look of this space, taking the double story, open floor plan in. It doesn't feel as prim and proper as I perceived it to, but rather hearty and inviting. The hardwood floor, brick wall, and modernly minimalistic aspects of it combine so many tastes that create a very appealing one that I almost don't want to miss any detail of. The anxiety of doing this dinner is already diminishing, even as I can sense his eyes lingering on my movements.

"You like the space?"

I blink widely at the giant sky light above the living room, smiling up at the view of the stars. "I've never been in a house this big... it's like a palace."