doors.
Evan let the conversation replay in his head throughout the drive to Sara’s apartment. The driver held the door open for him and waited while Evan walked up to the front door. He knocked twice. Only silence replied, forcing his insecurities to rise. Maybe she second guessed her choice , he thought. He knocked one more time before turning back to the limo. The door creaked open as his foot touched the last step.
“Evan,” a woman’s voice echoed from the doorway. He turned and saw the dark haired beauty standing in front of him wearing a black and white striped dress with matching black heels that glistened in the street lights.
He walked back the building. “You look incredibly beautiful.” He presented the flowers to her with a shy smile. “These are for you.”
“Evan, they’re beautiful. You didn’t have to.”
“I know, but I wanted to.”
Sara inhaled the scent of the bouquet which made her eyes come alive with desire. “They’re heavenly.” She took them into her hands and brought them closer to her face. “Let me bring these inside and put them in water before we go.” She hurried up the stairs only to return three minutes later.
“All set,” Evan asked. She laced her fingers with his. He gave her hand a quick squeeze before leading her to the waiting limo. “Did you decide where you wanted to go for dinner?”
“I know a nice Italian restaurant that’s not far from here.” She whispered the name and address to the driver. He confirmed his knowledge of the restaurant before opening the limo door for them.
They drove in silence for fifteen minutes, until they arrived at a large brick building with maroon awnings. They entered the restaurant and were greeted right away.
“Good evening,” a short Italian man said. “Two? Come with me.”
Evan and Sara walked past the marble tables with the light brown chairs, and entered the main dining area. The white chairs surrounded tables covered in white table cloths. It was nicer than Evan thought or even considered taking Sara to. Had he taken her here a week ago, there would be no way he could afford it. His mind drifted to Kat’s parting words and decided he was going to live the life he wanted, not the one he had. He pulled Sara’s chair out for her before taking his own seat.
The waiter approached moments after they sat down. “Good evening; my name is Antonio, and I will be your waiter tonight. Can I start you off with something to drink?”
Evan scanned the wine list. If he was going to make this a memorable night, he was going all out on the date. “Can I get a bottle of your Sonoma Cutrer?”
Sara leaned in to whisper her objection. “That’s pretty expensive.”
“It’s fine; I’ve got it covered.”
The waiter nodded and hurried to the back before anyone changed their minds. “Evan, you don’t have to do that.”
“Do what?”
“Try to impress me.”
Evan thought Sara would respond like she was. She didn’t seem like the type of girl who wanted a sugar daddy or to be spoiled with gifts and expensive dinners. “I’m sorry. My agent’s personal assistant found out about our date and wanted to make sure we had a great time. So she gave me the company card to ensure we had the night of our lives.”
He saw the hesitation in Sara’s eyes, and knew his reasoning sounded a bit far-fetched. But then again, it wasn’t every day someone offered to order a bottle of
Evan let the conversation replay in his head throughout the drive to Sara’s apartment. The driver held the door open for him and waited while Evan walked up to the front door. He knocked twice. Only silence replied, forcing his insecurities to rise. Maybe she second guessed her choice , he thought. He knocked one more time before turning back to the limo. The door creaked open as his foot touched the last step.
“Evan,” a woman’s voice echoed from the doorway. He turned and saw the dark haired beauty standing in front of him wearing a black and white striped dress with matching black heels that glistened in the street lights.
He walked back the building. “You look incredibly beautiful.” He presented the flowers to her with a shy smile. “These are for you.”
“Evan, they’re beautiful. You didn’t have to.”
“I know, but I wanted to.”
Sara inhaled the scent of the bouquet which made her eyes come alive with desire. “They’re heavenly.” She took them into her hands and brought them closer to her face. “Let me bring these inside and put them in water before we go.” She hurried up the stairs only to return three minutes later.
“All set,” Evan asked. She laced her fingers with his. He gave her hand a quick squeeze before leading her to the waiting limo. “Did you decide where you wanted to go for dinner?”
“I know a nice Italian restaurant that’s not far from here.” She whispered the name and address to the driver. He confirmed his knowledge of the restaurant before opening the limo door for them.
They drove in silence for fifteen minutes, until they arrived at a large brick building with maroon awnings. They entered the restaurant and were greeted right away.
“Good evening,” a short Italian man said. “Two? Come with me.”
Evan and Sara walked past the marble tables with the light brown chairs, and entered the main dining area. The white chairs surrounded tables covered in white table cloths. It was nicer than Evan thought or even considered taking Sara to. Had he taken her here a week ago, there would be no way he could afford it. His mind drifted to Kat’s parting words and decided he was going to live the life he wanted, not the one he had. He pulled Sara’s chair out for her before taking his own seat.
The waiter approached moments after they sat down. “Good evening; my name is Antonio, and I will be your waiter tonight. Can I start you off with something to drink?”
Evan scanned the wine list. If he was going to make this a memorable night, he was going all out on the date. “Can I get a bottle of your Sonoma Cutrer?”
Sara leaned in to whisper her objection. “That’s pretty expensive.”
“It’s fine; I’ve got it covered.”
The waiter nodded and hurried to the back before anyone changed their minds. “Evan, you don’t have to do that.”
“Do what?”
“Try to impress me.”
Evan thought Sara would respond like she was. She didn’t seem like the type of girl who wanted a sugar daddy or to be spoiled with gifts and expensive dinners. “I’m sorry. My agent’s personal assistant found out about our date and wanted to make sure we had a great time. So she gave me the company card to ensure we had the night of our lives.”
He saw the hesitation in Sara’s eyes, and knew his reasoning sounded a bit far-fetched. But then again, it wasn’t every day someone offered to order a bottle of
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