worshipping the devil

-ten-

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A D R I A N

Not gonna lie, I'm shitting myself.

Yes, I've been on many many dates. But it feels different with Elena. I want to impress her, to make her laugh.

I throw multiple suits on my bed and stare at them. None of them look good to me, even if they are Armani, Gucci and Burberry.

I grip my hair and groan. Why the fuck is this so hard for me? I'm acting like a little girl with a crush.

Switching my phone on, the time reads 6:48.

Shit.

I reserved the restaurant for seven, but I paid lots for this reservation so I know they'll wait for us if we're late.

Deciding to go with the black Armani suit, I put it on and pick out a tie to go with it.

Knowing that Elena likes my messy hair, I leave it to dry naturally causing it to go curly. I shave the stubble that has grown back and straighten up my suit.

Walking down the stairs, I expect to be the first one ready, but am very surprised when I see Elena waiting for me at the front door.

My eyes widen. She looks amazing. In a short burgundy dress, her smooth legs are on show. The top part is tight, extenuating her curves and then it's looser at the bottom, flowing around her thighs.

Elena has curled her hair and has paired the dress with some black heels. I'm still way taller than her though.

"Wow," I breath out, finally reaching her at the door. She smiles genuinely at me. I love her smile.

"You took your time," she joked and I chuckle. "I was just about to ditch you and go with Kat,"

"You wouldn't dare," I say and she smirks at me and shrugs her shoulders. "Anyway, lets go,"

"Have fun, kids!" I hear Kat calling from the kitchen and I roll my eyes.

I'm not a kid.