Here you go, guys!
It was around 7pm when the doorbell rang. Nikita hurried down the stairs, mentally checking out the things she should have done before he comes. She stopped herself just in front of the door and stared at it for 5 seconds. She placed her hand on the door knob but quickly retrieved it and turned around. Leaning her back to the door she covered her face in her hands.
'Jesus, what am I doing?!' She thought to herself, 'This is unbelievable...'
And then she swiftly turned and opened the door.
"Hey, I'm sorry I'm late I just got stuck in tra-" He stopped mid-sentence as he looked at Nikita from head to toe. "Shit!"
"What?! It's the dress, isn't it?! It's too much..." Nikita started babbling as he stepped inside and pulled her into his arms gently, hugging her by the waist.
"The dress..." Michael started as he once again looked at Nikita's black backless cocktail dress, that perfectly showed her assets, "Is perfect."
Nikita smiled charmingly as she tried to wiggle out of Michael's grip.
"I, um, I'm almost ready. Just give me a minute. You can sit on the couch." She pointed at the living room and started walking up the stairs.
Michael entered the living room and sat on the couch as he looked around. There weren't much personal photos on the shelves as you could have expected. One in particular caught his interest. He peaked at the door and when he saw that Nikita was nowhere to be found, he stood up and walked to the other side of the room. He took the picture in his hands and gently ran his fingers on the frame.
The picture was from years ago. It was Nikita , when she was around 5 years old maybe. There are two more people on the picture. Seemingly, as Michael assumed, her parents. He smiled at the image.
"I'm ready!" Nikita called from upstairs.
Michael quickly placed the picture back on it's place and turned to face the door just as Nikita's face popped in the room from there.
"Let's go." He smiled and walked over to the front door.
They exited the house hand in hand. Michael let her hand go as they neared his car so he could open the door for her.
"Sweet." She commented, "Your manners match your look."
"My look?" He repeated confused as he waited for her to get in the car.
"Black pants, grey collar shirt, the cologne, the hair..." She started as she stood in front of Michael, "All cleaned up."
He smiled and nodded at the car, "You forgot the luxurious car."
Nikita grinned and just sat inside the car. He closed the door and circled the car as he entered it.
"So..." Nikita started, "This is actually our first real date, you know?"
"What about the coffee thing?" He asked.
"It wasn't a date like this. This is way more... Date-ish." She looked at him confused from her own response.
He laughed softly.
"Sorry." She sighed. "That made no sense."
"Relax..." Michael smiled at her.
The truth is, it was hard. It was really hard for Nikita to relax, which was really weird.
'Just breathe, for fuck's sake!' She thought.
Nikita closed her eyes and let her head rest on the window. Michael decided that she seem tired, so he wouldn't bother her.
The rest of the ride was silent.
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"We're here!" Michael squealed like a girl, startling Nikita who was so lost in thoughts she almost fell asleep.
Realising how stupid he sounds like that he quickly cleared his throat as he pulled in the parking near the restaurant.
When the engine was stopped Michael rushed out of the car to open Nikita's door, again.
"Thank you." She smiled at him as she got out of the car and grabbed her purse.
They started walking to the restaurant. Silence yet again fell over.
"You seem tired." Michael spoke first.
"What? No, I'm not." She said.
"Yeah, well, you're way more quiet than usual." He looked sadly at her.
When they reached the restaurant's doors, he of course went to open it for her.
She looked apologetically at him as she stopped right at the door, "I'm sorry... This is just new for me, you know? Dates and stuff..."
"Hey, it's okay. I got it." He motioned for her to go inside as he followed suit.
"You know," She laughed, "I can open doors myself."
"Tonight you are not." He stated firmly as they neared the guy at the front desk.
"How may I help you?" The guy at the desk asked politely.
"We have a reservation for two for 8 o'clock." Michael explained as he briefly glanced at his date. "Name's Bishop."
The man looked at the two of them and then opened a book. He flipped a few pages, but soon stopped somewhere and smiled.
"Bishop! Of course!" He said happily as he circled the desk, "Follow me."
Michael grinned at Nikita as she looked at him with a priceless look of confusion.
The restaurant seemed really expensive. The place was dimly lit with candles at each table. The place was mostly full with couples and here and there could be seen work meetings.
As they approached, obviously, their table, the guy from the desk stopped and turned around so he could face the couple.
"This is your table. If you need anything, I'm here to help." He explained as he motioned at the table where Michael and Nikita sat quickly.
"Thank you." Nikita said as she looked at the guy and then to Michael, "Thank you, too."
Michael smiled at her as he looked at the man still standing near the table.
"We got it from here." Michael tried dismissing him.
"Yes, of course." The guy said but stood there for a few more seconds until he added, "The manager didn't warn us you'd be coming, sir."
Michael glanced at the guy, starting to get annoyed.
"Last moment decision." He replied.
"Too bad. We could have prepared something more special." The twenty-something years old guy said, "Although, I will warn our main chef. Only the best for Bishop."
"That'd be great." Michael faked a smile and motioned for the boy and to come closer, "You can go now."
The guy looked at Nikita for a second and then at Michael again.
"Menu's will be here shortly." He said and started walking away.
"Damn... Sorry about that. This guy can be real pain in the ass." Michel sighed.
"He's just being polite." She shrugged.
"Sure." He snorted, "He can be a polite pain in the ass."
"Kinky." Nikita commented.
The guy from minutes ago returned with the menu's he's been talking about and placed each in front of both Nikita and Michael.
"Can I get you something to drink for a start?" The boy looked at Michael expectantly.
"We'll have the best chardone you have." He suggested as he glanced at his date. "Yes?"
"Perfect." She smiled.
The boy nodded and went away.
"Thought he was the desk guy." Nikita wondered out loud.
"Most of the time. But he can be assigned on the tables for VIP clients." Michael responded nonchalantly.
"So we are VIP, now?" She grinned.
"I'm his boss. I think I have that kind of privileges."
"Whoa." She gaped, "Michael Bishop, who are you?"
"Restaurant owner." He shrugged, "And a gentelmen. Most of the time..."
"I see." She laughed.
"Yeah, we do have a lot to say for each other, now, don't we?" He mused as he took her hand in his from across the table.
"We sure do." She said, smiling.
Just then their, now apperantly permanen, waiter arrived with a bottle of wine in his hand.
"Here you go, sir!" He cheered as he placed the now opened bottle on the table, after he poured some in the glasses. "Chardone from 1993. Hope you like it!"
"Thank you..." Nikita started as she looked at his name tag, "Matthew."
The boy looked surprised, but quickley recovered.
"So, um, what can I get you for meal?" Matthew asked as he sneakily stole glances at Nikita in the process.
"I'll have the Ceaser salad. Nikita?" Michael nodded at the menu.
"Oh, simple vegan salad would work." She smile again at the boy who was now sweating profusely.
Congatulations, Nikita! You've sucessfully made a guy utterly uncomfortable to the point he almost had a boner in the middle of the restaurant!
"I'm... I mean... I will.. Be right back!" Matthew stuttered and hurriedly walked away.
Michael quetly witnessed the interaction from aside.
"You have a thing for waiters, don't you?" He joked, in a not so joking tone.
"No, shit." She laughed heartedly.
Moments later the waiter returned with the salads and placed them on the table.
"If you need anything, I'm here." He said turning away.
"Actually, Matthew." Nikita stopped him as she got up from her seat. "Can you tell me where the ladies room is?"
"Of.. Of course." He was so obvious..."It's right there." He pointed at the near corner of the room.
"Thanks, excuse me." She said to both of the men who were now staring at her back.
"Matt!" Michael whisper-yelled as soon as Nikita was out of sight, "Watch it!"
"Yes, sir!" He responded and walked away with a scared expression.
...
In the bathroom Nikita was standing in front of the mirror, fixing her hair. After she was done, she sighed and took her phone from her purse speed dialing someone...
After the second ring the phone was picked.
"What's up? Are you getting laid tonight or no?" Alex's voice appeard on the other line.
"Alex, he owns the freaking restaurant!" Nikita panicked.
"That's a turn on, I guess." She said.
"Alexandra Udinov! Stop with the sex jokes and help me out here!" Nikita yelled in the phone.
A woman from the one of the stalls then joined Nikita on the sinks, looking weirdly at her.
Nikita smiled uncomfortably at the woman as she went in the corner of the room.
"Alex, I'm serious. This the first date I've been on in ages and the hooker in me is showing constantly!" She whispered.
The woman that was washing her hands was again looking strangely at Nikita.
"Nikki... Calm the fuck down." Alex tried calming her friend. "Everything's gonna be fine!"
"Ugh..." Nikita sighed.
"What's happening now?" Alex questioned. "Where are you?!"
"Bathroom." She said and glanced at the woman that was now fixing her lipstick.
The woman yet again took a look at Nikita and catched her looking at her.
"Okay, Nik. Go back to your man." Alex said hurriedly.
There was background noise on the phone that sounds like laughing.
"Alex, where are you?" Nikita curiously asked.
"Long story!" The noises were getting louder by the second. There was now music to be heard too. "Back to your date. Go!" Alex said and then the line went dead.
Nikita sighed and put her phone back in her purse as she looked around the looked around the room and her eyes landed on the mysterious woman that was done fixing herself and was now leaning against one of the sinks, smiling deviously at Nikita.
"What?" Nikita cautiously asked.
"You don't remember me, do you?" The woman said as she crossed her hands over her chest.
Nikita glared at her for a moment trying to remember that weird girl from somewhere, but with no luck.
"Should I?" Nikita walked next to her and put her purse on the counter. Putting her hands there too, she leaned her weight on them looking herself in the mirror once again.
"It wasn't that long ago." The woman stated and looking at Nikita's reflection and went closer to her.
"I bet that would remind you somehow..." She said and took hold of Nikita's shoulders gently, letting her head rest on the side of her neck.
Nikita was shocked. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. It was her. It was her!
"You..." Nikita started.
The woman's smirk from earlier was now replaced with a sad smile.
"I didn't know you'd foget me so quickly." She said.
Nikita just gasped and turned around pushing the woman away from her.
"You..." Nikita repeated, "Don't you even talk to me!"
"Come on, Nikita." The girl tried getting close again, but didn't went far because Nikita was holding a hand in front of her.
"You don't get to talk to me." She said defeatedly.
The woman frowned and took Nikita's extended hand and kissed it.
"Stop!" Nikita yelled weakly, "Don't you fucking touch me..."
The woman nodded slowly and backed away.
"I'm sorry, Nik-" she started but was interrupted from Nikita's loud cry.
"I said you don't get to talk to me!" She said as she wiped a tear from her cheek. "I have a date I have to get back to."
"Nikki-" The woman once again tried.
"Do not call me Nikki." She said as she turned around and started washing face.
"Look-" The girl started again, but was stopped by Nikita turning around, looking firmly at her. No more tears on her face.
"Go fuck yourself." She said and started walking to the door.
"Nikita!" The woman called after her.
Nikita stopped with her hand on the handle.
"You broke my fucking heart, Melissa." Nikita whispered sadly and walked out.
...
'Just great...' Nikita thought. 'Just peachy.'
She was walking toward the table where Michael was suppose to be waiting for her. But instead of finding him sitting quietly she found him yelling at a guy from the restaurant.
He didn't seem like himself. He had his hands on the other guy's collar. He seemed furious.
Nikita went closer, just about to call Michael out when he threw the guys on the ground and punched him hard in the face.
"Michael, what the heck ks going on? Get off of him!" She screamed panicked.
Michael didn't seem to notice as he continued to hit the guy until blood was streaming down his nose.
"Son of a bitch!" Michael screamed. "You fucking shit! Fuck you! You fucking promised, you bastard! I need it!"
The whole room was now looking worriedly at the scene that Michael was making.
"Michael, let go of him!" Nikita tried again and started pulling Michael's arm, making him pull it back hitting Nikita in the stomach.
Just then Michael calmed a bit and stood up. He looked at Nikita and his expression changed from anger to gentleness.
"Nikita, I'm so sorry!" He apologized touching Nikita's face.
"Get your hands off of me! She yelled and looked around. Everyone's eyes were on them.
"Don't... Don't call me again." She stuttered, looked sadly at him and backed from Michael, "I thought you were different. Jeez, how stupid am I. Just the next filthy jerk!" She said and ran toward the exit.
And here were the tears again...
Okay... That was... I'll let you decide. Also about the new character, Melissa, I hope you don't mind Lol. Thought I could try something different. If you liked it, please review! Until next time. :)