A/N: Lyrics in bold are an alternate version of "Just a little faster" by the band There for tomorrow...

A/N - Borrowing characters from The tv show "Killing Eve"

"You said you'd always keep your word,

Show me what you're after,

I thought you'd promised me the world,

Tell me what you're after,

Go on and take it way too far, cause here we are,

Waging war again,

You said you'd always keep your word,

Show me what you're after"

After a tense cab ride. They stop and get out. Adam pauses and looks at the driver.

"Don't worry, this is free. This is Anwar's mate!" Eric announces looking at the driver with a proud nod.

"Course" Adam said, clearly not surprised.

He reaches for Eric's hand, who lazily shrugs him off. For Eric, he's pleased to be here. But panicking. They both look nice, but now they are on the outside looking in. Most eyes are going to be on them, because they look like odd friends. The type of guys that would never hang out together. Eric's palms are starting to sweat. He shakes his hands away from his partners.

"You okay?" Adam pauses.

"Y...Yeah...lets go in before our seats get cold!" He chuckles. They walk up the steps and Adam holds open the door for him. When inside, he's constantly looking at Adam's reaction. Anwar had fantastic taste. The restaurant is huge. but cosy, with warm wooden floors and ocean Blue lanterns on every table. The chairs look like a light wicker material with metal crosses at the back. The tables are a multi-coloured, with rainbow selections on the top side and a white under-side. Everyone is dressed smart, happy and laughing.

To Eric's relief they don't get many looks as they get greeted by their waitress.

"Hi I'm Nadia I'll be..."

"Oh it's okay Nad. I'll take this one" She gets interrupted by a slimer brunette with piercing grey eyes. She's attractive and she knows it. Calmly ignoring Eric and turning her attention towards Adam. "Hello Gentlemen. I'm V, I'll be your waitress for this evening"

"Hi there! We're in the VIP section. Here's the receipt!" Eric says excitedly taking out the papers. She scans them with a brief nod, before leading them up to the VIP section. She opens the door and passes them both menus. The VIP section has the same furniture on the central floor. Except they now had Iced champagne in huge buckets and a huge purple and sliver chandelier which Eric tries to reach out and touch.

"Please don't touch that Sir. It's easily broken" V warns. "I'll be back shortly"

They sit down and Eric immediately picks the mussles along with Ham and vegetable Ceps. "I'm picking the French stuff. It's so cool. That waitress fancies you" Eric said, twisting his lips before running the bottom one over his teeth.

"Well at least someone does. I'm still gonna ask about Nesquik" His boyfriend decides.

"God, don't do this to me!" Eric whines.

V comes back moments later, they order the same starter. Again V flutters her eye lashes at Adam and raises her eyebrows at his choices. "Aww..Sir!...Pronouncing the food perfectly. You part French yourself?" She asks.

"French Holidays...when I was younger" Adam nods.

"Can you have a proper conversation with me in French?"

"Nah" Adam declines.

"I'm actually going to classes. I could put in good word to the teacher. Save a spot for you. It's just started" V nods. Taking both of the menus.

"We'll see" Adam shrugs "I like this" His voice strains a tad, as he leans up and extends his long arms to stroke the chandelier.

"Yeah it is magnifique" She grins. "I'll get your starters" She waves. As soon as she's gone Eric stares at him with venom. "She had no trouble with YOU touching the chandelier!"

" I'll touch yours any time you want" Adam smirks.

"This isn't funny Adam. This is bollocks having to share you... with her! Hopefully the food will make up for this waitress" He sighs. It's an awkward conversation as the wait for the starters begins. Eric is smarting at V giving Adam so much attention. To make things worse, Adam isn't flirting back, but he's not shutting her down completely either. It's so confusing. Minutes later she comes back with similiar starters, patting Adam's shoulder lightly as he deftly cut the mussles out of the shell with precision.

"Stupefiant! You'll be a chef yet!"

"Talking of chefs V. I don't fancy any of the mains. Have you got burgers and fries?"

"Aaadaaam!" Eric whines.

"Uhhh...Sure. We can rustle that up" V said with a surprised nod.

"With any milkshake please? I'm getting pretty thirsty"

"American diner style?" V folds her arms.

"Yeah"

"Of course Sir. One Burgers and fries meal with a thick creamy milkshake coming up!" She leaves and Eric spins around.

"I'm...I'm still here you know!" He sulks, looking at Adam who's brushing his hand through the chandelier again.

"What about the cab?" Adam asks, taking long strides to match Eric. Who is storming down the street in fury.

"Fuck the cab. Are you going home with the lovely V? Have fun! Go on all the fucking French lessons you want!"

"You don't think I was serious? I was charming her to piss you off!"

"Mission accomplished. You can piss off now!" Eric hisses getting out his phone to look on the any transport website. He couldn't share a cab with him. They'd argue so much, they'd probably end up getting kicked out on the street.

"You're being a dickhead over a burger?" Adam asked, gently pulling on his sleeve.

"No" Eric huffs. Changing from power walking to normal walking. "I'm pissed, because they don't have burger and fries on this menu. This menu and this fancy resturant, was multi-ethnic food. It was French chic, classy, refined, but beautiful with a majestic modern edge..."

"Yeah. Just like Rahim" Adam fumes, which makes Eric instantly stop in his tracks.