chapter one.

                                    

                                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
"So, you are... I'm sorry, who are you?"  
I scoffed; how does he not know me? Seriously? I swear to God, these blind dates just get worse and worse. Why does my best friend have to set me up with someone who doesn't even know who his date is?
"Oceana," I spoke with a big smile in my face. The man who sat in front of me seemed a little confused about why I'm sitting across from him. Maybe he forgot about our 'blind date.' I mean, if Chels hadn't reminded me about it today, I could've been somewhere inside a library, reading the crap out of my system.  
He nodded, one hand holding his wine, while the other tapping his armchair. He stared at me like I'm his prey, and him being the predator. The only difference is that he looks a little older than me, maybe seven or eight years older than me.  
"And the reason that you're here... is because?"  
I rolled my eyes; how does this old man not remember why I'm here? Is he that forgetful? 
"We're on a blind date, you know what that is, right? My best friend, Chelsea, figured it would be nice for me to see some rando." I explained, looking over at his place. Steak, huh? My stomach hummed in agreement, steak it is, then. 
The old man's eyebrow arched up. "What's a rando?"  
I gave him a shrug, my eyes on the prize: the steak. My stomach grumbled and cheered for food.
The universe probably heard me, because not a second later, a waiter came rushing out of nowhere.  
"Ma'am, you're not supposed to be here. I could show you your own—"  
The waiter didn't get to finish his sentence because the old man raised his hand, wanting to shut him up.  
"The menu for the young girl, please," he said, coldly.  
Okay, first, I am not a young girl. I may look like one, but I'm twenty-three years old, have a cat named Lewis, and owned a small bookstore. So, in conclusion, I am not a young girl. 
I must have said the sentence out loud because the old man smiled a little at me. His teeth didn't show, but his lips lifted... a bit.  
The waiter handed me the menu and then left. There were different kinds of dishes, very different dishes. Uh, what do I pick? There are so many words, spices, and names. I bit my inner lip. I need to confess something: I have never been to one of those most expensive restaurants. I like my food oily, and yummy. These choices did look yummy, and heavy for my wallet.  
Why did we have to plan the date here, anyway?  
I looked up at the old man who stared into my eyes like he was examining my movements. Learning every inch of me. He must have noticed my thoughts. 
"Do you have a mic under your bra, Oceana?" Old man coldly asked. I raised a brow, who the hell does he think I would ever do that? The last thing I want is to hear this conversation again. 
"No, old man. Why would I?" I asked in response, now it was his turn to raise a brow. 
"Old man?"  
"Yeah, you, duh," I replied, annoyed.  
He nodded and started slicing pieces from his steak. He placed some on another plate, offering it to me. I looked at the plate with the small pieces of steak and looked back at him, confused filled me. 
"Eat, young girl." He has an accent. I just don't have any idea what it is. But I know it's there. A deep, cool, strong accent. And what is it with him calling me young? I am not young. 
"I am not young," I said, crossing my arms. He shrugged and took a bite of his steak. 
"You're acting like one."  
I was not.  
Okay, maybe I was. Just a little. I got something in return for him, maybe it can make him choke on his steak— not that I want him to, just a thought.  
"Yeah? Not what I heard in bed." I muttered. And I was right, he choked on his steak, just a little. Damn it. He quickly finished his wine, and then wiped his mouth with a napkin.  
While he was cleaning himself, I took another look at him.  
Very dark hair, not too long or too short, just enough to play with it, his eyebrows thick enough to brush my fingertips against. He didn't have the face of a model, nor a singer, he had his own, his beauty, this old man was utterly gorgeous, looking a little like Hugh Jackman and Ryan Reynolds, but a little bit darker on the skin. Hmm, who is this man? 
"Young girl, I don't think you know who you are talking to." He said, a little bit harsh. I flinched a little but gave him another small shrug. This was a blind date, so I kind of don't know him. 
"Who are you, then?"  
Old man gives me a cold and short smile, his eyes shouting the words: danger and stay away, but it didn't scare me, no, not even a little bit. "Your nightmare dressed in a daydream."


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hi! oh my god, hello, hello! this is the edited version, i hope you guys fucking love this. i spent so much days, and im so proud of myself, and you, of course. i love you!! 
sophiaeths.