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you’d never wanted to see me again,” Dalton continued. He seemed oblivious to the countless pairs of eyes which were watching him across the restaurant. Either that or he was just used to that level of attention.
“I think that everyone deserves a second chance,” Lucie explained simply. “Besides, they were very beautiful roses.”
“Did you like them?” Dalton grinned.
“Yes,” Lucie nodded. They were easily the nicest flowers anyone had ever sent her. “They were lovely. Thank you.”
“Still, it wasn’t just the flowers I wanted to send. It was also my humble apology.”
Lucie felt relieved to hear him apologize so profusely. It made her think that perhaps the Dalton she’d met in the parking lot was the real Dalton after all. That he was the kind, noble man she hoped him to be.
“You look stunning,” Dalton gestured at her from across the table and Lucie blushed. She was worried that she looked plain and out of place. She’d straightened her hair and put on some makeup but her efforts paled compared to the pristine women around her, most of whom could barely smile thanks to all the Botox injected into their cheeks.
“Thanks,” Lucie blushed modestly. “But I feel pretty out of place here. Everyone looks so…”
“Fake?” Dalton offered cheekily.
“I was going to say elaborately dressed,” Lucie said diplomatically.
“I come here for the food, not the clientele,” Dalton explained.
And when their meals did arrive it was easy to see what he meant. Not only did the food taste divine but it was also exquisitely presented, looking like a piece of art and almost too good to eat.
Lucie savored every bite as she looked out of the window beside her which offered an impressive vista of the rain-soaked city. When it rained the city seemed to magically shimmer and sparkle.
She was so excited to be out with Dalton. Just looking at him made her heart race.
“What made you get into fighting?” she asked, remembering the question she’d stored up for him while she’d been out with Cedric.
“I’m not sure I’ve ever really been out of it,” Dalton mused, drinking from his glass of water. He didn’t drink alcohol, at least not during the peak of training, and the next fight he had coming up was a really important one. “Where I grew up, you either threw a punch or took one. I chose the former.”
“It sounds…brutal,” Lucie offered sympathetically.
“It was,” Dalton nodded thoughtfully. “It was also a long time ago and I try not to dwell on the past.”
“You’re certainly a long way from where you grew up,” Lucie said kindly.
“Not far enough,” Dalton glanced past her, out the window. “On a clear day you can see over to the projects,” he explained.
“When I catch a glimpse of it out of my apartment windows it’s like a reminder that no matter how far I go, or how high I climb, it’s still there, waiting if I slip up and have to return.”
“Well, from what I saw the other night you’re in no danger of returning to where you grew up.”
Dalton’s eyes widened in confusion and Lucie reddened as she realized what he must have thought she was referring to.
“The fight!” she insisted quickly. “You were a real powerhouse in the ring. I pity any man who has to go up against you.”
“Thanks,” Dalton smiled, though she thought he looked a little disappointed but maybe she’d just imagined that.
“What attracted you to the world of journalism?” he asked before placing a forkful of steak into his mouth.
“I like to write,” Lucie admitted. “One day my dream is to become a published author.”
“Well, you’re on the right path if you’re writing every day,” Dalton nodded as he wiped his mouth with a napkin.
“You don’t think it’s too big a dream to chase?” Lucie wondered, remembering what Cedric had said about her desire
“I think that everyone deserves a second chance,” Lucie explained simply. “Besides, they were very beautiful roses.”
“Did you like them?” Dalton grinned.
“Yes,” Lucie nodded. They were easily the nicest flowers anyone had ever sent her. “They were lovely. Thank you.”
“Still, it wasn’t just the flowers I wanted to send. It was also my humble apology.”
Lucie felt relieved to hear him apologize so profusely. It made her think that perhaps the Dalton she’d met in the parking lot was the real Dalton after all. That he was the kind, noble man she hoped him to be.
“You look stunning,” Dalton gestured at her from across the table and Lucie blushed. She was worried that she looked plain and out of place. She’d straightened her hair and put on some makeup but her efforts paled compared to the pristine women around her, most of whom could barely smile thanks to all the Botox injected into their cheeks.
“Thanks,” Lucie blushed modestly. “But I feel pretty out of place here. Everyone looks so…”
“Fake?” Dalton offered cheekily.
“I was going to say elaborately dressed,” Lucie said diplomatically.
“I come here for the food, not the clientele,” Dalton explained.
And when their meals did arrive it was easy to see what he meant. Not only did the food taste divine but it was also exquisitely presented, looking like a piece of art and almost too good to eat.
Lucie savored every bite as she looked out of the window beside her which offered an impressive vista of the rain-soaked city. When it rained the city seemed to magically shimmer and sparkle.
She was so excited to be out with Dalton. Just looking at him made her heart race.
“What made you get into fighting?” she asked, remembering the question she’d stored up for him while she’d been out with Cedric.
“I’m not sure I’ve ever really been out of it,” Dalton mused, drinking from his glass of water. He didn’t drink alcohol, at least not during the peak of training, and the next fight he had coming up was a really important one. “Where I grew up, you either threw a punch or took one. I chose the former.”
“It sounds…brutal,” Lucie offered sympathetically.
“It was,” Dalton nodded thoughtfully. “It was also a long time ago and I try not to dwell on the past.”
“You’re certainly a long way from where you grew up,” Lucie said kindly.
“Not far enough,” Dalton glanced past her, out the window. “On a clear day you can see over to the projects,” he explained.
“When I catch a glimpse of it out of my apartment windows it’s like a reminder that no matter how far I go, or how high I climb, it’s still there, waiting if I slip up and have to return.”
“Well, from what I saw the other night you’re in no danger of returning to where you grew up.”
Dalton’s eyes widened in confusion and Lucie reddened as she realized what he must have thought she was referring to.
“The fight!” she insisted quickly. “You were a real powerhouse in the ring. I pity any man who has to go up against you.”
“Thanks,” Dalton smiled, though she thought he looked a little disappointed but maybe she’d just imagined that.
“What attracted you to the world of journalism?” he asked before placing a forkful of steak into his mouth.
“I like to write,” Lucie admitted. “One day my dream is to become a published author.”
“Well, you’re on the right path if you’re writing every day,” Dalton nodded as he wiped his mouth with a napkin.
“You don’t think it’s too big a dream to chase?” Lucie wondered, remembering what Cedric had said about her desire
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