the brunette series *Being rewritten*

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Prologue

14th of April 2017

The rain was a heathen. It was nearly impossible to make it into my car without getting drenched. The thunder grew louder and the wind blew harder, making my umbrella almost fly out of my hands.

The doorman opened the door for me as I closed my umbrella and shook off some of the storm finally away from the raging weather. I sighed as I handed him my coat and umbrella. He gave me a plastic card with the number c31. "Do you have a reservation ma'am ?" The hostess asked me.

I smoothed the nonexistent wrinkles on my black dress as I walked toward her, the silky feeling made me nervous, I didn't know if I was as comfortable wearing it now as I did when I was at home.

"Yes, table for two under the name of Jones?" I spoke. She smiled at me and typed the name onto the screen. I looked around me, black and red surrounded the restaurant, it was softly lit with small soft white lights everywhere, there were lamps on every table. I stared at the couples and groups of people dining, laughing and talking in hushed voices.

"Right this way, he's been waiting for you." The hostess looked up at me with a smile. She gestured for me to follow her as she walked. I took a deep breath and walked behind her. " Actually, could you show the way to the bathroom first?" I asked. "Yes of course" She redirected her walking.

"First date?" She asked with a glance back at me.

"Yes, It's a blind date." I answered.

"It'll be fine, he seems like a nice gentleman." She answered as she stopped in front of a door with a female sign.

"Thank you," I said.

"Your table is the last one to the left, he was wearing a leather jacket." She informed me. I nodded before I walked in.

Her kind words made me less nervous but I still wasn't sure if this was the right choice. I stood in front of the marble black sink, the bathroom seemed to be empty. Soft instrumental music played in the background. I grabbed my phone from my pocket.

A couple of messages from Emma popped up on my notification center. "It's not too late to cancel whatever it is you are doing and come with us, Dylan is still expecting you!".

I ignored my dear best friend's message and moved on to the other one above from my cousin Becket ."How's it going?" It read. "Haven't met him yet," I replied. I waited a couple of minutes for his response before I gave up and turned off my phone.

Should I leave? Would it be rude if I did?

I thought about Emma's message. I could ditch and see Dylan, or I could stay, keep my promise of meeting him and not have to deal with Becket any longer. Or I could see Dylan and make myself and him happy.

I sighed in frustration. That's it I don't even know the guy and Emma will be glad that I'm finally agreeing to see Dylan.

Quickly before I changed my mind again I grabbed my things and patted my dress as I walked out staring at the short fabric. I was so focused that I didn't see the man standing in front of the door.

The unexpectancy had me bumping into him, his warm hands grabbed my arms to keep me from falling. "I'm sorry." I spoke quickly. "Shit." He spoke quietly. I looked up at him. He mumbled something under his breath before he looked at me.

I stared at him. He was beautiful. His hair was rich like sepia and his eyes, they were so solid, so bright, the exact lustrous color of a polished shard of metal.

If you looked closer, you'd see the swirls of glittering onyx gold and tinges of green. They weren't monochrome or boring. They were beautiful, his built facial structure and low cheekbones shaping it all together. I held my breath as his eyes bore mine.