Rose:
He was hot. His eyes were dark, almost black. I felt like they'd see right into your soul, your deepest desires. He was perfect. Not even the fact our search history matched bothered me. He could be a writer...artist...detective! I have similar search history after all and I'm a writer - well wannabe writer.
After an age of admiration, I swiped right, not believing for a second he'd match with me. He exuded confidence while I was shy and mousy. I mean I spent my days writing with my cat. Despite this, I really couldn't help hoping he'd add me back.
...Ding...
My phone went off and I grabbed it quickly.
...SEARCHED has found a new match. Peter John (PJ) has matched with you. Tap to chat...
NO FREAKING WAY! HE MATCHED WITH ME! OMG OMG OMG!!
God I drive myself insane with that excitement.
"hey beautiful"
Okay, okay he messaged first...what do I reply? Ummmm
"hey"
"Rose, you are gorgeous"
What the- his replies are fast and sweet even if they're not true...
"Nothing on you handsome"
OMG CRINGE! Why did I say that?
"Awh Rose that's very sweet. Would you like to talk more?"
What kind of question is that? Of course I do!!! Reply you idiot reply!
"Honestly I'd love to! I really hope something good comes out of this"
For the first time in this whole conversation, I sound mature. Thank god!
"Good here's my number... ***** ******"
He sent me his number. I've got to text him now. Wait no not now I'll seem too eager or desperate but I kinda am...okay let's do it!
***** ******
"hey it's Rose"
"hey Rose nice to
know you're as eager
as me to talk"
"you're eager to talk
to me?"
"well of course I haven't
talked to someone as gorgeous
as you in a long time"
" you're so sweet"
"anyway Rose I'm not
one to beat around the
bush. I'd love to meet you
in person. Would you like
to do that?"
"I'd love to meet. Where
and when?"
"Tonight 7 at Lakewood
park restaurant. Table
overlooking the lake. See
you there, beautiful"
"Okay I'll see you there"
Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!
I have a date! I haven't had a date since my ex. She's still around sometimes. I think she is trying to get me back but she cheated and we're over. I found her on here too.
Oh stop it! That's not a path you want to go down when you've got new beginnings! Hot new beginnings too!
Jolting out of my daydream, I realise I've been sat in the same spot for the last ten minutes staring. My cat, Raja, is begging for food at my feet. The house is a mess and so am I. Well I really need to get ready.
I feed Raja quickly as she winds around my legs keeping up her constant barrage of noise till she eats. I'm used to this. I then tidy my house quickly. Shit it's 4 I've got to leave in two hours to get there for 7.
***** ****** (Amy)
"hey sis you got time
to prep your little sister
for a hot date"
"you've got a hot date?"
"yeah now you helping
or not? please sis I need
you"
"be there in five"
Five minutes later almost to the dot, my doorbell rings. Amy stands there her makeup bags in one hand, hair curlers and straighteners in the other.
"Hey sis" okay yeah that was stupid to say I knew she'd ignore that and get straight to work.
"OMG we neeed to get you in the shower first! Go and I'll pick out a nice dress"
I leave laughing at my sisters insistence. The shower's warm and I wash my hair hoping it'll stop it looking quite so poofy.
Towelling off I walk back into my room where Amy sits holding out three nice dresses. My three nicest dresses. She hands out my pastel pink dress and I put it on.
"Okay no" that's all she has to say and I take it off and slip on the next dress. It's blue with flowers all over it. It looks like something I'd wear to the beach but it captures my essence completely.
"Next" never mind I liked that one. This time it's a pastel yellow one, the yellow is almost the same shade as a buttercup or a sunflower. That's what Amy says at least. I admire the dress in the mirror. It's perfect I want to wear it.
"Yes that one! You look beautiful" Amy exclaims.
"Thank god! I was starting to think there wasn't a perfect dress Ames!" I say jokingly and we both laugh.
She gets the hairdryer and starts drying my hair, making it as straight as possible before twisting it up into my signature bun. I look at it and smile. Yes that's perfect! The two strands framing my face are curled nicely. I don't know when she did that.
It's nearly 5:30 now. I need to be ready.
"Ames I have 20 minutes." I say to her hoping she can do my makeup in that time.
"Hush babes I don't need to do much. Only a gentle touch of eyeshadow..." she sweeps a yellowy shade across my eyelids.... "and a touch of mascara..." and my eyelashes are curled and the mascara wand glides across them... "and a dab of lipstick..." my favorite pink lipstick is applied to my lips... "and done."
I look at myself in the mirror and see myself how she sees me just temporarily. I look gorgeous. I go to give her a hug but she steps back quickly.
"Don't you dare ruin your makeup!" She scolds jokingly and we both burst out laughing. "So who's the hot date? Where did you meet?"
I laugh, having hoped this wouldn't happen.
"Peter John, he's 25 and totally gorgeous" I show her his profile but she frowns.
"25?! Rose he's older than you"
"It's only four years"
"And last time it was two and she fucked you around"
"Ames I promise I'll be careful it's not like age means he'll fuck me around"
"Fine I love you call me when you get home"
"I love you too"
I set out to leave, smiling gratefully at Amy as I leave. I'm lucky to have a sister who cares that much about me. It's still really light out as I walk down the road. Crazy to think that in about an hour it'll be dark. Nighttime dates are my favourite.
I arrive early and find the table he meant. He's not here yet so I sit down and wait, glancing around to see when he arrives. The door opens and he stands there, as gorgeous in person as he looked online.
My eyes hold his as he walks over and then...
YOU ARE READING
The Black Knife
RomanceA love story between a murderer and a writer matched from a dating app but does the truth tear them apart and will their love survive even when he's discovered?
