Mission 01: Misunderstood Intentions

"One Sundae Swirl, please" I requested as I sat down at the bar. My brown shoulder length hair falling down around my face as I slumped down onto the counter, my cheek on its cool marble surface. The waitress serving me just nodded and went through the light blue coloured double doors and into the kitchen to get my Sundae. I soon found myself daydreaming about a knight in shining armor, sweeping me off my feet and taking me away to his castle. A happy ending where there's no annoying job and definitely no jerks.

"One Sundae Swirl," the waitress said, sitting the Sundae down in front of me, "I'll be back in a moment for the payment, I've just got to get this customer's order first," she spoke softly next, "wish me luck, he's a regular and a total hottie" she then winked and went off to serve him at the table behind where I was sitting.

I sat up and started to eat my Sundae, caring very little about the waitress wanting to flirt with some guy she thought to be hot. The amount of chocolate and strawberries mixed into the vanilla ice cream was spot on. As I was drinking up the last of my Sundae that had melted, someone had sat down next to me, their voice deep and charming, "you certainly have good taste in Sundaes. Though, I've never thought of trying one with topping in it…" they went quiet, possibly thinking or waiting for me to continue the conversation.

Instead, after sitting down the empty glass and spoon, I sighed. "Look, I don't know what possessed you to use my appetite as a pick up line, but I also don't really care. Even if you used a romantic line on me I still wouldn't go home with you in a million-" I stopped as I saw the man next me stare at me in shock, and after turning around to fully face him, I saw that he was actually very handsome. He fitted the waitress' description entirely, though, who's to say it wasn't someone else? He had silver hair, and eyes as blue as ice. But something about him seemed kind and I instantly felt like I was going to fall over, if I wasn't already sitting down, or pass out. He was almost like an angel.

"I don't mean to be rude, but I wasn't going to try and get you to go home with me," he sounded almost apologetic, making me feel really horrible for assuming anything.

"Um… Excuse me, Dante," the waitress, Mara, I finally noted, interrupted, "but have you decided what you wanted yet?" Mara was standing next to us the entire time, and that realisation made me feel even more pathetic.

Dante nodded, "I'll have what this girl had, thanks." I noticed out of the corner of my eye, that not once had he looked away from me. Mara looked from Dante to me, and back again, her expression showed her jealousy as easily as you'd be able to see a purple bruise after being punched. Unimpressed, she walked out to the kitchen again.

Not wanting to feel her eyes pierce me again, I placed a dollar on the counter, "can I ask you to give this to the waitress, and to tell her that I'll pay her the rest in a few days?" I asked, and, without waiting for an answer, I got up and left the shop, turning right and heading for the park a few blocks away.

I sat down on the swing and wondered how I was ever going to show my face at my father's café again. Even though I knew it couldn't be helped because of all the men who always tried to come onto me, I still felt embarrassed down to my core. And then the waitress was getting all in the air because a guy she thought was good looking was talking to me more than her. That man…What was his name again? Daniel? No... D… Dan… Oh, "Dante!" I shouted, happy to have remembered at last.

A deep voice sounding very familiar came from behind me, "you called?" it sounded almost playful. Jumping to my feet and whirling around, tensed and ready to punch someone in the face, I saw that Dante was standing a few steps away, an amused smile upon his lips, "well, aren't you jumpy?" he teased, earning a frown from me.

"Well you would be too if some guy you only just met for a moment was following you," I snapped, none too pleased by the unexpected appearance, "why are you following me?" my demand, or maybe my irritated tone, made him sigh and sit down on the swing that was next to mine.

After a minute or two of silence, a grin grew on his face and held his hand out to me, "introductions first, babe. I'm Dante" he casually winked at me, continuing to hold his hand out, waiting for me to respond.

Slowly, and mostly unsure of what to think of him, I placed my hand in his and shook, "I'm Jade" being polite, but then my voice grew a slight sharpness to it a moment later, "and don't ever call me 'babe' again, got it?". My reaction caused him to smirk; only god knows what was going through his mind, though oddly enough, I found that I felt comfortable despite it, like he was a 'big soft pillow there for you to hug instead of being on glass sharp rocks'.

He lifted his hands in defeat, "my apologies, Jade," though the look in his eyes said he was enjoying this, after lowering his hands once my glare had disappeared and I'd sat down on my swing again, he continued, "and I came to tell you that I paid for the rest of your Sundae" he grinned at me as he looked over at me.

At this, I couldn't help but to smile back, feeling very grateful, especially since now that I wouldn't have to face a disappointed father when I got home. "Thank you, Dante, I owe you one"

Author's Note: All rights for Devil May Cry, it's characters, etc, go to Capcom. This storyline, and Original Characters, however, belong to me. So far I have 12 Missions (chapters) planned, though I don't know if that's where I'll finish it, or if I'll continue on. Please note that each chapter I've written for this story are 2 pages long each in Microsoft Word and all have over 1,000 words.
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