(A/N I never formally give Alesa a "face" because I want you guys to feel like you can "be her" that you yourself are the main character. I give the visuals of what she's doing/wearing etc to make it easier to visualize. But I wanted the reader to be able to imagine themselves as her. I know I am as I'm writing it. Lol 😉 enjoy)
"Shall we?" He asks holding out his arm, for me to grab ahold of. This snaps me out of my trance. I take it with no hesitation we walk outside of my apartment. He holds the door for me, and he opens the door to his car for me as well.
He then jogs to the other side and settles into the drivers seat. And we're off.
"Red is you favorite color" there he goes again thinking he knows me. But I mean it's true.
"Correct, I love it. It's a color of power." I say taking a quick glance at him driving with one hand on the wheel. And the other arm perched on the gear shift. He looks so laid back, and effortless. I couldn't believe he was actually...real.
"I love it on you too" he says looking at me, lowering his sunglasses with his index finger.
"Eyes on the road" I say while not trying to crack a smile from his compliment. He laughs and turns back. Soon we arrive at the restaurant. And Thomas comes around to my side to open my door, he extends his hand to help me from the low sitting car.Once I'm out Thomas gives the receptionist his name and we enter. He places his hand on the small of my back in an attempt to guide me to the table. The ambience of the restaurants as exquisite. I loved the atmosphere. It was beautiful to say the least, the ceiling, the chairs, the people.
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