Chapter 2

Nimrod was in his room getting for his date with Pandora. He hurriedly went through everything in his closet trying to find something to wear. He didn't tell Groanin about Pandora or his date. He was regretting that right now. If I had told Groanin he would have had something fr me to wear already. After what seemed like ages he finally picked a blood red blazer, a maroon red button shirt, and rose red trousers to wear. He wore a gold watch and had decided to pick up some flowers before he went to the gallery. He grabbed the keys to the Rolls Royce and was about to go out the door when Groanin appeared.

"Where are you going Nimrod?" asked the butler as he dusted the shelf of the bookcase by the door.

"I'm going out for a little drive," said Nimrod nervously.

"When do you suppose you'll be back?"

"I really don't know Groanin."

"Should I worry Sr.?"

"No, no. Not at all, see you later Groanin." With that Nimrod left. He quickly got into the car and was off. He took a short detour to the flower shop to buy some white roses for Pandora and was off again. It was about 6:00 when he got to the gallery. he parked his car and walked inside. The art was breath taking. There were metal pieces, some commercial art, statues, and there was Pandora. She looked beautiful. She wore a white dress that went down just above her knees. She wore black stiletto heels, a black belt, and silver hoop ear rings. Her lips were bright red and her hair put in a pony tail with a bump in the front. She looks stunning. Nimrod walked over and tapped Pandora on the shoulder. She turned to see a bouquet of white roses.

"Oh my, those are beautiful." she said. Nimrod handed her the flowers.

"They are for you," he said as he handed them to her.

"Why thank you, Nimrod. they are beautiful and hey the match my dress." She pointed to her dress.

"You're welcome. So this is the exhibition. Amazing work," he said not really looking at the art but at Pandora.

"Isn't it these artists are amazing. Simply amazing." She stepped closer to get a better look at one of the paintings.

"So is there any of your work?"

"Ah yes over there in the hallway to the right." She pointed to show him. "Go have a look." Nimrod walked over to the corridor and saw portraits of people in the cafe. he saw one of himself. It was an oil painting on a large canvas, it was titled Man in red. He walked down the hallway and looked at more of them.

"Hello Pandora, what a pleasure to see you." Pandora turned around to see a tall, well-built man standing behind her.

"Hey Asher," said Pandora nervously.

"Long time no see. How are you?"

"Oh I'm fine, how about you?'

"I'm doing quite well myself. Are you here with anyone?" Asher looked around and then back to Pandora.

"Yes, I'm here with that man over there," she pointed to Nimrod coming out of the hallway where her art was,"There that man. He is wearing all red."

"Wow, he's really red. I never knew you had such peculiar taste in men." he said in surprise.

"Well I'm just full of surprises. Can you excuse me I have to back to Nimrod, he looks a little lost." Pandora walked away towards Nimrod. God Asher is really creepy. She quickly made her way to Nimrod.

"Hey Nimrod," She called out to him.

"Oh hey," he said," I saw the oil painting of me in the cafe. When did you do that?"

"My sketches are references, when I get home from the cafe I paint them. Do you like it?"

"I love it. I was curious how much for it?"

"Well $200 or possibly free since you are buying it."

"Why free just for me?"

"Because without you there would be no painting." Music began to play and the people around them were going to the dance floor in the middle of the room. Tokyo Tokyo- Die Raketen was playing (AN-Listen to the song while you read this.)

"Nimrod let's dance." Pandora pulled Nimrod with her to the dance floor.

"Pandora I really don't want to dance." Nimrod tried to get her to let go but her grip was way to strong.

"Nimrod it's fun. Dance with me, please." Pandora started moving her hips and pulled Nimrod closer.

"Pandora I can't dance to this type of music." Pandora twirled and continued to dance.

"Come on try new things. I bet you'll like it." Nimrod started to move. At first it looked like weird jerking motions but he soon got the hang of it."There you go Nimrod." Pandora smiled at his weird, quirkiness.

"This is fun," admitted Nimrod. Soon they both had their hands in air with everyone else. There were strobe lights flashing and everyone was having a fun time.

"I love this band." Shouted Pandora as the music got louder.

"It's German," shouted Nimrod.

"Isn't it awesome!" She shouted back. She pulled Nimrod closer and put his hands on her hips. She moved with and he with her. She twirled and had her back to Nimrod. She faced the DJ. Pandora put his arms around her.

"Pandora what are you doing?" asked Nimrod for he was confused.

"I'm dancing with you." She turned back to Nimrod and smiled.

"You look great," said Nimrod, who didn't no what else to say.

"You don't look bad yourself, you seem like you're having fun."

"Yes, I've done this sort of thing before."

"Really? Why not?"

"I've never had a reason to, and to be honest I never really liked it until now."

"Really huh." The song ended and the DJ started a new song. "Do you want to stop dancing?"

"Actually yes." She grabbed his hand and lead him off the floor.

"So you want to take home the painting?" She said walking over the the bar.

"Yes."

"Do you want anything to drink?"

"A sure," he walked to the bar and ordered a brandy.

"Can I have a Miami Vice?" Pandora asked the bar tender.

"Sure coming right put Miss." Pandora walked back to Nimrod.

"So what do you do for a living? I'm just a little curious."

"It's complicated," said Nimrod sipping his brandy.

"How so?" asked Pandora as she drank her drink.

"You wouldn't understand."

"Try me, I bet I would." Pandora looked at Nimrod intent on getting an answer.

"I'm different Pandora. I'm not normal."

"Yea you told me."

"I'm really, really different."

"I get it you're different. What does that have to do with your job?"

"I really wish I could tell you but I can't."

"Well then I guess that gives me my answer then." Pandora walked away. Nimrod trailed after to her.

"Pandora why are you walking away?"

"Because I know what you do and I think it's sick and wrong." Nimrod looked really, really confused.

"What exactly do you mean?"

"You're a sick bastard and I can't believe I thought you were nice," she said in disgust. Nimrod was very, very confused.

"Please tell me what you think I do."

"You're either a drug dealer, or you traffic women and I find both extremely sick and disgusting. You ruin people's lives and people like you should be in jail." Nimrod's jaw dropped. He couldn't help but laugh.

"Why the fuck are you laughing?" Pandora was started to get really angry.

"Because you're funny," said Nimrod between laughs.

"How am I funny, you ass?" She crossed her arms across her chest and had an extremely pissed off look on her face.

"Because I'm neither of those things." He said laughing his ass off.

"Well, what do you do?"

"I can't really tell you, but I can show you." Nimrod stopped laughing and caught his breath.

"Ok show me."

"Alright, wish for something."

"What?"

"You heard me. Wish for something." Nimrod prepared himself to say his focus word.

"Ok, I don't see how this tells me what you do for living," said Pandora. She looked down at her drink and noticed she drank it all. "I wish for a refill of my Miami Vice."

"QWERTYUIOP!" Pandora's drink refilled itself.

"Holy shit, you're magician!"

"No," said Nimrod with slight annoyance."Why the bloody hell do people always say magician? I don't get it."

"Well what are you?"

"Can I trust you?" asked Nimrod. He knew it was stupid but he didn't know what else to say.

"Yea."

"I'm a djinn," said Nimrod. Pandora looked confused.

"What is that?" asked Pandora.

"Are you fucking serious? You don't know what a djinn is." Nimrod's jaw dropped a second time.

"I have no idea."

"Alright," said Nimrod trying to keep his cool,"A djinn is a genie but genie is what ignorant mundanes call us."

"So you can like grant three wishes and all that bullshit."

"Yes I can."

"Alright," said Pandora. "I'm really tired, I think I'm going to go home now."

"You're not freaked out at all?" asked Nimrod quite surprised.

"No not at all."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm a witch." She said calmly. "Do you want to walk me to the bus stop?"

"You're a witch," said Nimrod in surprise.

"Yea, now do you want to walk me to the bus stop?"

"You don't have a car?"

"Nope." she said while grabbed her purse.

"Well then let me drive you," offered Nimrod.

"Alright." The two walked out of the gallery and to the Rolls Royce.

"A red Rolls Royce. What a surprise," Pandora said sarcastically.

"Hey be nice I'm driving you home." Nimrod replied back with sarcasm. They got in the car and were off to Pandora's loft. When they arrived Pandora got out and waved good bye to Nimrod. She was about to go in when Nimrod stopped her.

"Pandora would you like to go out tomorrow night?" asked Nimrod with hope that she would say yes.

"Yea sure."

"Great I'll pick you up at 6. Bye." With that he drove away.