Chapter 9

For someone I supposedly once hated, I am excruciatingly nervous. I decide to wear a plain blue, silk, knee-length dress and green heels. I meet the tall, slim, devilish boy at a restaurant named 'La Vigne' which translated to the Grape-vine in French. It looks extremely posh and expensive, it makes me feel nervous and very skittish. I keep getting the feeling that eyes are staring at me, though I can never find them.

As I turn to my left to examine a very suspicious looking bush. I squint as I feel I see a fleck of blue amongst the lush green leaves. A tap on my shoulder causes me to jump slightly and turn around, eyes wide, like a tear in headlights. I relax slightly as I see that I'm standing in front of Kyoya. "You startled me." I mutter, hand resting on my chest. I can feel the blood rush to my face as I awkwardly head inside. A quick glance reveals that obnoxious smirk only he could only use to fluster me in such a way.

One of Kyoya's large hands rests against my back as he leads me through the door and has us escorted to our table. All the tables are covered in a silky red table cover and wine flutes. The balding waiter pulls the chair out for me and gracefully pushes me in with care and ease before handing us both a leather booklet with a list of meals and drinks.

With just one look at this menu, I could tell this wasn't my sort of place for two reasons:

A) An appetiser alone costs 1500 yen.

B) Every single is in French, which isn't a language I know well.

I look up at Kyoya for some sort of help to see him studying the menu intently, a finger placed on his bottom lip as he reads. "I didn't know you spoke French." I muttered to him to receive another heart-stopping smirk.

"Only a little." He admits.

"Then how can you read the menu?" I ask in slight bafflement.

"I can't." His smile causes me to shiver and I feel the blood rush to my cheeks again. "I'm just going to guess."

"Well you can guess for the both of us." I smile with a slight laugh.

After we order (well, Kyoya orders), we sit in awkward silence until I get that feeling again, like someone's steely eyes are watching me. I turn around to be met with no face belonging to this stare, but happy couples chatting contently and business men discussing businessy things.

"What seems to be the problem?" I hear Kyoya's calm voice ask. My eyes snap back to his face, his eyes locked on me with slight traces of concern.

"Oh, it's really nothing, just a bit of paranoia." I flash a not so confident smile as I go back to fiddling with the end of my plat. I couldn't exactly tell Kyoya I think someone's watching me, he'd have me down as a lunatic and I'd never get a chance with him! He gives me a sceptical look before sighing and shrugging it off.

"So, what did your brother say about our little… Gathering?" He asks with a smirk playing at his lips. My cheeks flush and I can't restrain myself from squirming and looking down at the silky table top before me.

"I didn't tell him, actually." I mutter, as if he'd be angry.

"Oh? And why would that be?"

"After when he walked in on us hugging during the holidays, he might attempt to punch your lights out." I giggle slightly at the idea and finally meet Kyoya's grin.

"I doubt he could."

"Probably not; I could even beat him in a fight." After the awkward few minutes, we idly chat and enjoy the French cuisine we end up eating, although we aren't quite sure what we were eating. It's still quite painful to admit but I enjoyed my whole evening in the company of the Shadow King/ Prince of Cool. After our pricey meal (which I paid for the drinks for, Kyoya wouldn't let me pay for the food), the two of us walk through town and escorts me to my limo.

It actually hurts to say goodbye after such a pleasant evening but I look up at him and feel all the awkwardness flush back through my body. "Um… This has been really fun. We'll have to do this again." I mumble as I fiddle with the tips of my dress.

"That we will, Miss Maya." He smirks and gently presses his lips against the back of my hand. My face heats up and I don't know what to say next. "Goodbye, Maya-chan." He says before dropping my hand and walking away. My face burns as I stumble around and pull my limo door open. However, the sight in front of me would have freezed over a volcano in this situation, let alone my blushing face…