For the Love of Murder

Pt. 1

         Blind dates. Why did your friends insist that you go on them? You knew they meant well, you hadn't been on a proper date in years, but they were annoying. You had to pretend to enjoy spending time with a complete stranger, who most of the time was the most boring person on the planet, or a creep. Your friends had set you up on three of them this week alone.

        "Ooh this one will match your dress nicely!" Your friend Sara exclaimed as she rummaged through the mountain of makeup that was piled on your dresser, and pulled out a tube of lipstick.

         She turned and handed you the tube. She wasn't wrong, it would look great with the simple navy blue sun dress you were wearing. The dress was knee length, and accented your curves perfectly. It was another item Sara had picked for you. She was determined that you would look your absolute best on this date.

        "I bet what's his face will love the fact that my lipstick compliments my outfit. You can really tell he's a great guy if he knows his lipstick." You sassed as you expertly applied the color to your lips.

        Sara mockingly mouthed your words back to you in the mirror before correcting you on your mistake. "His name is Sam, and he is a guy he probably won't notice anything besides the fact that your smart, funny, and gorgeous." She laughed at your annoyed expression. "Relax he's a sweet heart, you'll love him."

         You turned to your best friend and struck a pose. "Well how do I look? Good enough for this amazing man you keep telling me about?" You spun around and dramatically walked about the room, swaying your hips too much, and acting like a complete weirdo.

         Sara laughed at your fanatics."You look stunning as ever Y/n. Sam is going to be speechless when he sees you." She laughed some more as you struck what was supposed to be a sexy pose against the wall. "Alright that's enough, you need to get going or you'll be late." Sara said as she shoved your purse in your hands and ushered you out the door.

         Ten minutes later you were standing at the door of a little diner. You were trying to convince yourself that this date wouldn't be terrible, and that you couldn't leave poor Sam in there all alone. 'Come on Y/n, just get this over with. He might not be that bad. Besides Sara said he was hot, so if he is a crappy person you can at lest look at his face right?' Taking a deep breath up pulled open the diner door and stepped in.

         The diner was small, and had a comfortable homey feel to it. There weren't that many people there, and only one of them was sitting alone. The man was definitely good looking that's for sure, although Sara didn't quite describe him right. He was ruggedly handsome, he had a slight scruff on his chin like he had not shaved in a day or two. His hair was long, and the richest shade of chestnut you had ever seen.

         He had noticed when you came in, and he got up and made his way to you. He was tall, way taller than you were. He wasn't gangly either, he was lean and muscular, no doubt very strong. When he got closer you were able to see his eyes, they took your breath away. His eyes were swirling pools of blue, green brown, and grey. They were mesmerizing, and you caught yourself staring at them as he approached you.

         "Are you Y/n?" He spoke, as he came to a stop right in front of you. His voice was whiskey smooth, and deep.

        You smiled and nodded your head. "Yeah I'm Y/n, and you must be Sam right?" Sam smiled and stuck his hand out to you, you grabbed it and shook his calloused hand firmly.

        "Good grip." Sam smiled at you, obviously impressed with the confidence in your grasp. "Would you like to sit?" You nodded your head and followed him to the booth he was previously sitting at.