hey ya'll!

please dont kill me! i know i said i would update regulary but my life made a turn for the worse and i barely have time.

still managed to come up with this! not sure when the next update will be but yes im still alive and plan on writing for this story. still, suggestions for this story are more then welcome.

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As we walked into the restaurant the waiter led us to a table for two. Christian pulled one of the chairs towards him and gestured for me to sit. I give an awkward smile and sit down. He sits down as well and orders some wine.

''so, Anastasia, what do you wanna talk about?'' Christian asked folding his arms and slightly leaning against the table.

''I uhm-'' how am I supposed to know? I'm almost peeing my pants here. Nervousness isn't my thing.

''you seem to say that a lot?'' Christian asked. It sounded more like a statement but he said it as a question.

''I do, don't ask me why, because I don't know.'' I said as our wine got served with a small basket with pieces of bread in it. And with a small glass bowl with chucks of brie cheese in it.

''mhh'' Christian murmured softly and took a piece of bread with brie and gently took a bite.

''wanna try?'' he asked as he handed me his piece of bread to try.

I think for a slip second but decide to just go for it. I take a small bite and chew for a moment. Exploring the fine soft creamy cheese with the spices within the bread such as tomato, and parsley. I nod my head yes as Christian grins.

''it's good huh.'' He says as he puts the last piece in his mouth. He chews softly and gives a small moan.

''it's really good.'' I say as I swallow the bread and take a sip of my wine. We look at each other for maybe a few seconds. But it's felt like minutes. His bright grey eyes complimenting his face so well with a soft sun beam shining down on his face. He is a piece of art if you ask me. This man was perfection.

''enjoying the view?'' he whispered and all I could do was nod yes. How could I not enjoy this view? This Greek god sitting in front of me with eyes that shine in the sunlight. My heart was pounding heavily by the thought of him and me together. How much I want to kiss him and explore him.

''well, I am enjoying the view as well.'' He said as my cheeks flush red and I lower my head slightly. How could he enjoy this? Pale skin, horrible hair, eyes too big for my face. Really, nothing attractive.

''don't do that, you are breath takingly beautiful.'' He said as leaned back in his chair a little bit. The waiter came by to take our orders. Christian ordered something fancy which I can't remember the name off and I just went for a Caesar salad.

As if we were in a business meeting he started asking about school and what I wanted to do after I graduate. His posture straight and a look that said 'no bullshit because I will found out anyway'.

''I couldn't help but notice, but that Ethan guy, you two are a couple or something?'' he asked as I almost spit my drink in his face.

''excuse me?'' I say as he clears his throat. Acknowledging he crossed the line.

''I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I just thought he seemed important to you.'' He says as I am kind of dump found. Yes Ethan is important to me but really? Together? No way.

''would I be sitting here with you if we were?'' I ask him as he gives a small smile of defeat.

''you are right. I'm sorry. So he's just a friend?'' he asked and I huff.

''yes, I just said that. He's Kate's brother. Am I under interrogation or something?'' I ask as his eyes become a bit darker and he cleared his throat again.

''I just wanted to be sure.'' He said firmly as our food got served. The gentleman he is, he waited with starting his lunch till the waiter placed everything down and left our table.

''what about your parents?'' he asked cutting up the piece of meat and gently placing it in his mouth.

''what about them?'' I ask not sure what he wanted to know. I glance over at him to see him debating with himself what he is going to ask. I softly giggle and sticking my fork in my salad.

''uhm, what are their names?'' he asks as he takes another bite of his meat.

''Carla and ray.'' I say as I place down my fork and knife and look him in the eye. ''okay, what if we both got one question each time. You just asked me something, so now I ask you something. And we go back and forth.'' I say as he smirks and nods.

''alright, uhm, your parents. I met them briefly, but tell me something about them.'' I ask as I sip on my sweet white wine.

He shifts again and runs his hand through his hair. I slightly frown. He seems to do that whenever he is uncomfortable.

''my dad is a lawyer, and my mother is a doctor.'' He says not giving anything else away.

I simply nod, not knowing what to say to that. There is a short moment of silence between us. He seems like a private person. Not really the sharing type. I frown slightly to the idea of this man in a relationship. I don't think he would be a good boyfriend. I mean not to me. He is a total god but I need to be able to talk about anything. He doesn't seem to be that person.

My thoughts get interrupted by his voice. ''want some more wine?'' he asks as I just finished my glass. I don't really want more but I don't want to be rude, so I nod.

He poured the wine oh so elegant. He was a classy man, very elegant and smooth. Delicate but playful at times. Where did this man come from?

''where were you born?'' he asked as I realized I had been staring at him the whole time. I slightly blushed and cleared my throat.

''uhm, I'm from Montesano. Moved around a bit. Las Vegas, back to Montesano, and now Seattle.'' I say as I finish my salad. He nods and takes a sip of his wine.

''what about you? Where you from?'' I ask daring. Since I noticed he isn't a very open person. I could at least try.

He froze completely. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. There it is again, the nervous, irritated thing he does. I patiently wait for him to answer my question but I know it's not coming. ''you don't have to answer that.'' I say as I take a bigger gulp from my wine. I'll probably need it if this is going to continue.

''Detroit. I'm from Detroit.'' He says as he finished his plate. His stiff posture vanished and he relaxed a bit. In my head I sigh in relief for not upsetting him. I had this feeling that seeing this man upset was not a pretty sight.

''oh.'' Is all I can think off Well, not very assuring but I don't know what else to say. I've never been to Detroit. I start playing with my fingers under the table. There's a longer silence now. Both lost in thoughts. It was nowhere near awkward, for some weird reason. Everything was always awkward with me.

I could see him glance over at me from the corner of my eye. But I was too afraid to say something.

''but I have been living in Seattle since I was about 4.'' He says without making eye contact. He coughs uncomfortably and shifts in his seat.

''if I may ask, what happened to you?'' I ask as he looks up disturbed. Pain and agony written all over his face. He gestures to the waiter for the check and stood up.