(adj) ethereal: 1. extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world.
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in which an angel falls from heaven and falls in love.
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ʙᴏᴏᴋ 1/? ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ...
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After the patrol, Evelyn arrived at Shota's house and showered before changing into a black, open back dress. She couldn't steady her nerves for the life of her as she slipped on a pair of heels and headed out of the house.
Shota had requested she meet him there and offered to leave the car, but she brushed it off saying she'd take a taxi. Throughout the car ride, the driver kept stealing glances at her, and Evelyn took note of it. However, she ignored it for the most part, opting to instead steal her nerves so she could focus and enjoy the evening.
It was technically her first date with Shota. She didn't know why she was so nervous. They already lived together for Christ's sake. She already knew him considerably well. Like how he liked his coffee black with one Splenda and a dash of cinnamon. Or how when he was bored, he'd scroll through a secret folder on his computer filled with cats.
That was beside the point. Finally, the cab pulled up to the restaurant, and after paying and thanking the driver, she stepped inside.
"Hello, Miss. Do you have a reservation?"
Oh shit. Evelyn panicked. "Uhh, yes? Aizawa Shota?" The nice lady checked her computer before nodding with a small smile.
"First date?" She asked as she led Evelyn through the tables.
"That obvious?" Evelyn let out a nervous laugh.
"I've worked here long enough to tell." The waitress sent her a wink. "He's a good catch."
Evelyn's face erupted in red as she looked at her shoes.
"Here you are." The waitress smiled. "Someone will be with you soon." Evelyn glanced upward, and her breath caught in her throat. Damn, he's hot. Aizawa quickly stood from his seat at the sight of Evelyn, walking towards her. She took in the way that the suit hugged his figure as he tugged nervously at his tie.
I am so fucking lucky.
Aizawa paused right in front of her, his eyes drinking in the sight. She wore a black floor length dress that hugged her figure. Red lipstick popped against her fair skin and gold jewelry accented her collar.
"Let-" Aizawa's voice cracked and he cleared his throat. "Sit. Please."
Evelyn couldn't help but grin at the effect she had on him. "Thanks, Sho. I'm glad we got to do this."
He nodded, flustered. "Yeah. He tugged at his collar again and Evelyn rolled her eyes with a fond smile.
"So what should I get?" She hummed as she stared down at the menu, eyes glancing over the options. Her question was met with silence. Evelyn glanced up to catch Aizawa staring at her. She let out a giggle. "Close your mouth, you'll catch flies."
Aizawa had never felt this way before.
Evelyn had arrived and his knees went weak. He had practically stumbled over towards her, he couldn't speak, think, nothing. The complete and utter control the woman had on him was insane. He knew he was whipped but damn.
