Assassin Life

Date night

Kristina's PoV

"Well this sucks." I sit at the dinner table in this fancy restaurant that Eric booked for my blind d ate, alone. I was told to be here for six o'clock but when I got here I was told my date had phoned up saying that I should wait for him to arrive. That was half an hour ago. So now I sit here with a half empty glass of red wine in my hand. I took another sip before checking the clock on the wall to see it slowly tick by I went to grab my bag before a hand landed softly on top of mine preventing me to move.

"I see I've gotten here just in time then." The male stood above me with a cheeky smile. I scoffed slightly before nodding and setting the black bag on the floor next to the chair. He took a seat across from me and flashes me another smile.

"Another minute or so and you would have lost me. I hope you don't keep your other dates waiting like you have with me." He picks up the menu giving it a once over before placing it delicately on the table.

"Fortunately, no since you seem to be a very special woman I thought I had to get you these." He gestures to someone behind me to come forward and the waiter brought a bunch of flowers. Everlasting flowers to be exact. Before they even touch the table, I held up a hand to the waiter.

"Not wanting to be rude to either of you but I'm allergic to Everlasting flowers. I'm sure you understand why I can't take your gift. Thank you for the thought though." I sneeze as the pollen from the flowers reach my nose. Snarling slightly at the already terrible date I reach down to my bag and retrieve a tissue from my bag. My mystery date flicks his hand quickly as a sign to get rid of the flowers and looks at me with a sincere smile.

"I am terribly sorry about that... Umm would you like to be excused to attend to your make up and eyes, they look a little red." What a way to make a girl feel loved. Not having another date after this one I can't stand having someone by my side for the rest of my life if they're going to treat me like this. I stand and make my way to the bathroom with bag in hand to freshen up. Before I left he said he'll order us some more wine and the food. I place my bag on the counter and look in the mirror. Taking deep breaths to regain control my anger within me. Looking in the mirror, mascara ran down my face and my eyes look red and puffy like he said. Sighing in annoyance, I start with the foundation before replacing the mascara. That's when I noticed that one of my contacts had fallen out.

"Well shit hopefully he didn't notice it." I scramble through my bag for the spear set of contacts and quickly placed it back into my eye. I gave myself a once over in the mirror and felt disappointed. It wasn't that I looked bad it was the fact that I made the effort to look presentable for once. I had a knee cut black dress with semi-high black heals with my hair platted into a bun with a silver rose pin going through to hold it in place. All this effort wasted, and Eric wonders why I don't want to go on dates with people. Making sure I look fine I head back outside to my 'date'. Once I arrived, as on cue, two plates of spaghetti were set down in front of us and a bottle of red wine for the both of us. If the night continues as it is then I might need two for myself. Sitting down from the man across from myself I decided to take in his appearance. He wore a slim fitting suit with the white dress shirt underneath showing some features of a chiselled. His black hair smoothed back with hair gel. The roots however looked to be a different colour, has he died his hair recently? He coughed slightly to gain my attention and flashed me a devilish smile.

"Tell me about yourself miss..."

"West, Sage West and your name is?" He pushed up his glasses which hid his face frame perfectly that it looked quite suspicious, but I didn't question it wanting to enjoy the rest of the night I had.

"Bravo, Andrew Bravo." That was the rest of the night. Talking about our pasts and dreams for the future as the wine flow through my body and the music played throughout the room. Thankfully I need a high amount of wine to get me passed out drunk. But I still had to be careful as not to let anything about my real self-slip.

"So, Miss West y-"

"Please call me Sage; it's a date after all."

"Yes, well Sage tell me about you family, any siblings?" I almost chock on the cheesecake as it enters my mouth, but I manage to keep it hidden as I clear my throat.

"Unfortunately, I wouldn't be able to answer that one. I grew up in an orphanage. No one took me in and even when they did they took me back a couple weeks later. Guess they couldn't handle my string personality." I took a large sip of wine to make it seem I was drowning the memories. The man looked at me in pity then a gentle smile dusted his lips.

"It seems we were born in the same boat. I was born with no family. Straight to the door step of an orphanage. Ever since them I've been trying to get my revenge on those who put me there." I looked at him in slight worry, his expression changed dramatically. From the devilish smirk to a sullen frown, for a moment his eyes seem to darken but it quickly vanished and replaced by that bright light in his eyes.

"Sorry I've said too much. Talking about the pasts can become troublesome especially when you consider the secrets they hold." I carefully eye him as he made this comment unsure in which context he meant it in. He pulled back he sleeve to reveal a golden watch showing it was around nine o'clock and already turning dark outside.

"I'm afraid that I must leave. I have busy things planned for tomorrow and a lot of work to do at home to prepare." He stood, and I did too grabbing my bag. We both exchanged a hug before he places the money on the table. We walk side by side to the doors where a black car pulled up in front of the restaurant. The driver gets out and opens the door for Andrew to step inside. He sits inside then holds out a hand for me to take.

"It would be rude for me not to give you a ride home." I smile gratefully but shake my head. First rule never gets into a stranger's car, especially if they're rich.

"I don't live too far, I'll be fine thank you for the date. I'll grab a taxi." He gave me a smile before gesturing to his driver. The driver closes the door and then heads for the driver seat. He rolls down the car door window handing me a slip of paper with numbers written on it.

"If you ever want to call me for help no matter what it is, you have my number." He gave me a flash of a smile before nodding to the driver and rolling up his window. As his car drove away I look down at the paper in my hand. The black numbers written on the plain paper stood out in the light of the restaurant sign for me to read. Disgusted by this gesture I throw the paper on the side of the road. As on queue the clouds above me began to rain. Sighing I pull my coat closer to my body and curse at the fact I didn't bring a thick coat with a hood. Pulling out my phone from the bag I ring a taxi to pick me up. That's when I heard the cry.