When The Good Boy Meets The Whore...

Chapter 21- The Date

《《  He stopped as soon as his eyes fell upon her. She started to finally move, fly and live when her eyes fell upon him》》

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"Sssh!! Trys, there she is." Nate pointed out at the goddess in red.

I lost it. And I mean it. I lost every sense, every breathe, every vision; everything.

My breath hitched as my eyes glued to her. She walked towards me gracefully in the simple red dress and knee-high boots, devoid of makeup. Her hair swayed with the wind but none fell out of place. Even her walk held ambience, and I didn't even realise she was standing right in front of me.

My heart lost it's controlled, beating like it was on a frenzy. Her eyes bore into mine and they sparked just with the same enthusiasm. I was afraid she could hear the words my heart was screaming like an over-hyped romantic hero

"Hey." She greeted, pretty breathlessly. 
She smiled wide and that took my breath away and the ability to speak.

Someone cleared her throat and I snapped away.

Poop head, talk!

"Haa..hi." It came out just as breathless. I felt my toes curl and I could just spend the entire date staring at her. "You look...... beautiful. No, gorgeous. No, stunning. No... never mind, no words."

She giggled, tugging her hair in the back of her ear. "You clean up well. No glasses gelled up hair. Sexy clothing."

I stared at her all flabbergasted, blushing like a teenage girl.

You creep, your entire date consists of nothing by ten minutes.

I snapped away, realising the great mistake.

She stared at me, lost somewhere in her thoughts as well.

"Abigail." I called her out, breaking her away from the conflict she fought within.

Why is she always in conflict? I often wonder.

Her smile faltered before she recollected herself again, blowing the perfect smile. "Let's go?" I gesticulate her to make our way inside. The restaurant was owned by none other than my dear dad and so, it was just as easy to book it all to myself.

She walked inside, looking at the bright golden chandeliers in awe. The entire restaurant was set under the ancient Italian history, even the cuisine was adopted from ancient cooks of Italy.

My mom has thrown a fit when dad proposed the restaurant would just serve Italian cuisine. Obviously, being a feminist like that was ever going to happen.

"So..... what would you like to order?" I asked, hoping it was nothing out of the blue or something that did not belong to the menu. Her eyes studied the menu, memorizing all the choices.

"Italian." She answered to which I smiled gratefully and also sighed in relief. I clapped my hands together and in less than 3 seconds, the food was placed on the table.

"You guys?" She asked in bafflement. It was my two idiotic best friends dressed as a profession waiter with a chef's hat on top. They bowed to her making her chuckle.

"Multi-talented." I replied, chuckling along. "You have 1 min and 22 seconds until we have to rush."

She looked up completely surprised and confused. "What? Why?"

"It's ten minutes date. Now start."

We both immediately dug into our food, moaning in pleasure. The food was delicious and outstanding. The flavours burst in our mouth with pure ethnicity of Italy. The spice, the sauce, the cheesiness, everything screamed Italy.