She ate her food in silence as I stared, searching for obvious insecurities or weak points. Stared and stared until her face became so familiar to me it was like i had known her for ages. I had finished my food hours ago, but she still had a plate covered in dinner. I coughed, and she looked up from her plate. "Should i get the bill?" I said. She nodded. As i finished my ordeals with the waitress, I escorted my date out of there, feeling for the gun I had hid in my outfit a few hours prior. I had already drugged her, thus she dragged along, swinging from side to side as she walked. I pulled her over into an alley, and held the gun against her head.
"Do it" she responded, moving the gun to what i assumed was the weakest point of her skull. I hesitated. Nobody had ever WANTED this.
She moved her hand over the trigger, and my finger slowly retreated in response. "Hit or miss," she murmured, and put pressure onto the trigger. As the bullet entered her head, she continued.
"I guess they never miss, huh?"
