This is short, but it's for the people who wanted the dinner scene! Here you go! Enjoy! :)
Nikita slipped into a black dress and dusted some makeup on. She heard her doorbell ring. She smiled, Michael. She walked over to her door and opened it. He was in a suit. His white dress shirt was tight and showed off his chiseled interior as a black tie sat neatly on top.
And they were matching. Again.
"You look ravishing," Michael grinned.
Nikita flushed. "You don't look so bad yourself."
Michael held his arm out to her. "Shall we?"
Nikita smiled and grabbed onto his arm.
They were sitting in the restaurant, which was gorgeous. Nikita had been living in the city all her life, but she's never been here. She was curiously glancing around until Michael broke the silence.
"I'll tell you things about me," Michael said. "And you can tell me things about you," he smiled.
"Deal," Nikita grinned.
Their food came. Nikita ordered salad and Michael ordered pasta. And then surprisingly, the waiter came over and poured two cups of champagne for them. They were eating silently, while occasionally stealing glances.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Michael asked, hesitantly. He didn't want to come out as nosy or desperate, but he really, really wanted to know. She was too beautiful.
"No," Nikita smiled. She was jumping up and down inside knowing that he wanted to know.
"It's hard to believe that such a beautiful person like you hasn't been swept off her feet yet," Michael laughed.
She was blushing and she felt it. He was too sweet.
Nikita was biting her lip and tentative before asking, but she wanted to know. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
"No," Michael smiled.
He was single.
She was single.
They're having dinner.
What are the odds?
"Were you born in the city?" Michael asked.
"Yes," Nikita said. She stopped before saying the next thing, but she felt like she could trust Michael. "…Tossed around in foster care." Her protective wall that she put up around her heart seemed to be open to him.
Michael immediately stopped eating and looked up at her. She was starring into her salad, not daring to look at him. Michael placed his hand on top of hers. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Nikita said with a weak laugh. "I survived."
"Nikita," Michael said grabbing her attention. She looked up at him and into his sincere green eyes. "You're beautiful, inside and out. You don't deserve to be hurt."
"I've been through hell Michael," Nikita swallowed hard. "My life was a real mess and I've learned everyone hurts you." She tried to blink away some tears, but it just made her eyes look more broken as she starred at him.
"I won't," Michael smiled as he squeezed her hand as reassurance.
I hope you enjoyed this little part! Please tell me what you think and review! Xx
