Dating Darkiplier

Part 4

Sean reached out for the door knob, when it turned and opened on its own. The man behind the door gave him a deep sweeping bow as he drawled out in a thick French accent. "Bonjour Monsieur." Sean stuffed his hands into his jean jacket pockets, giving the man a slight nod in return as he replied politely. "Bonjour." He was thankful for those French classes he had to take awhile back now. He was rusty, but he was confident that he knew enough to get through this dinner. Stepping just inside, the smell of fresh flowers filled his nose. Fresh pink flowers decorated the corners of the place and lightened up the dark wood they furnished the place with. Barely five or six feet from the door, stood a younger man behind a low wooden podium. The young man greeted him with a gallant grin, saying to him in a lighter French accent. "Ah! Bonjour, Monsieur McLoughlin! Par ici s'il-vous-plait." 

The young man then gestured for him to walk around the podium to a table just hidden behind a wooden divider, designed to give the small dining area some privacy. Sean casually moved around the podium into the small dining room, telling the young man nicely. "Merci beaucoup." The dining room had only enough room for a max of four tables that were meant for two people each. It gave off a cozy feeling with the large window that let in a lot of light through a sheer white curtain. Sean spotted Mark sitting at the farthest table to the back and approached him with a thousand questions rushing through his mind. Mark removed a folded napkin off the table to drape over his lap as Sean reached the chair opposite of him. Mark was dressed really fancy compared to him, making him feel under dressed for this.

Mark grinned at him, gesturing with his hand for him to have a seat. Sean hesitated, glancing around the small dining area as he asked curiously. "So...? Where is the Mayor that the driver told me about?" Mark's grin lessened into a smaller smile, folding his hands in front of him to tell him a bit curtly. "He's here. Please, Jack. Have a seat?" Sean slowly sank into the chair, starting to speak freely. "Mark, you are not going to believe the weird time I have been having. Last night-" Mark raised a hand to cut him off, rushing out. "Ah! Hold that thought! I have something for you." Mark reached into his suit jacket and carefully removed a stunning red rose. Mark brought it to his nose to sniff it sensually, before holding it out for Sean to take. Sean stared at the blood red rose for a moment, then raised his eyes to lock with Mark's. Sean narrowed his eyes on Mark, asking him a little defensively. "Mark... You know I can't accept that."

Mark shrugged, still holding out the rose as he told him carelessly. "Why not? There is no one else here. We can be ourselves... Finally." Sean leaned back in his chair about to say something. However, the two men he had seen by the door moved in around the table to fill both their water glasses in unison. The look on his face must have said it all though, because Mark turned his eyes on the nearest man. Mark's eyes were hard and emotionless as he waved the two men away with a deep dry voiced response of; "Je vous remercie. Laissez-nous." The two men bowed, quickly taking their leave. Once they were gone from sight, Mark told him firmly. "You have nothing to fear here. Word of our dinner will not leave this room." Sean shook his head, mumbling out. "Not only can you not be sure of that... but you lied to me, didn't you?"

Mark let the rose slowly rest across the table, before he told him seriously. "I am sure and I never lie. Now, before you spoil everything... Maybe you should eat something first?" Mark raised his hand, snapping his fingers without looking away from him. Mark's look gave Sean chills. He couldn't help feeling like something was wrong. The two men from before rushed over with the first course. Setting down square white plates in front of them with fresh green salad. The men quickly took their leave after, vanishing into double doors that lead into the kitchen. Picking up his fork, Sean poked at the salad. He wasn't sure he should ask, but it was eating away at him not too. So, taking a deep breath, he asked Mark calmly. "Mark... Where is the Mayor? Shouldn't we wait for him?" Mark set down his fork, his eyes not meeting his as he told him reluctantly. "That isn't necessary. He is already here."