Hey, thank you for the reviews I've been getting they are amazing. Anyway, here you go and yes cam probably will be in this eventually, enjoy. And quick question cuase this is driving me nuts. In Passion,we see a flashback of Luce where she first kind of met daniel and it was in a house of god. My issue is i thoguht fallen angels, daniel included, can't enter any house of worship without it going up in flames. Please answer my issue?
Disclaimer: I do not own the fallen series.
Daniel's motorcycle reminded Luce of flying the world blurred all around her as she gripped onto his waist. Lights distorted and hazy around her, the wind whipping through her wild black curls and against her face. It was magical.
"Should I slow down?" Daniel asked, turning onto Luce at a red light.
"Speed up!" Luce cried, with a wild grin. "Faster,"
"I live to please," Daniel replied, turning back as the light turned green and flying down the street.
Eventually, Daniel turned down a shorter road with more bumps and stopped in front of a closed green door with cursive writing on it. He dismounted the bike and pulled off his helmet, then held out a hand for Luce to take.
With a teasing grin she did, pulling off her helmet and shaking out her black curly hair.
"That's a good look for you," the golden hair boy commented, mirroring Luce's playful smile.
"You really think so?" Luce joked, shaking her hair and running a finger through her locks in a halfhearted attempt straighten it.
"Absolutely." Daniel agreed, holding out an arm. "Shall we?"
Luce grinned. "We shall," And arm and arm they walked into the restaurant.
. . .
"I love it!" Arriane squealed. "My girl is getting her flirt on!"
"Arriane," Annabelle glared, her sweet face pulling into a slightly honest scowl was funny/ "Hush, I wanna hear this,"
"Aw, you know I do too," Arriane agreed, moving towards her friend and wrapping her arms around the shoulders of the leggy angel. "Come on; don't tell me you're not excited?"
"We're all excited," Shelby said, rolling her eyes. "And I'll be even more so when I can actually hear what they're saying?"
"Shelby's right," Miles agreed. "Come on,"
. . .
Daniel took Luce's hand and let her through the small bistro as the many scents hit her in a roar of spices. They were sharp, spicy, bitter, sweet, everything well defined and it felt like she was in Italy herself. There were small tables filled all around the medium sized room. Each had a few candles that lit their diner's tables and she could hear the light chatter of people while they passed.
"What do you think?" Daniel asked, still pulling her through the entryway and into the restaurant. Luce saw a good number of couples glaring at her as they waited and she turned to Daniel.
"Shouldn't we wait?" Luce asked, eying the people still giving her deadly looks.
"Oh them?" Daniel asked, raising a perfect blonde eyebrow. "No, those are just the people who haven't made reservations for this place. Unlike them, I planned ahead."
He led Luce towards the back, where the lights were fewer and the room was dimmer. There was a single table here, all the others surrounding it with at least three feet of space.
"Here we are," Daniel said, sort of awkwardly, walking over to a chair and holding out for Luce to sit. She smiled as she did and sat down while Daniel pushed the chair in and then sat down across from her.
"This place is beautiful," Luce admired, her eyes holding a wistful look in them. "I never even knew a place like this existed."
"I've been going to emerald for the past two years, remember?" Daniel pointed out. "I know this town inside and out,"
"Maybe you can teach me," Luce said, her smile widening and Daniel nodded.
"I'd like that," he said in a flirtatious tone that matched her own. Just then their waiter appeared, an older gentleman with a slightly faded goatee and mustache. He smiled at Luce and Daniel and said something in Italian. At Luce's blank look, Daniel turned to him and said something in rapid Italian and the waiter nodded, handing them their menus.
"What was that?" Luce asked as the waiter disappeared.
"That?" Daniel asked. "That's our waiter Leonardo. He said we should try this evening's special."
"You speak Italian?" Luce asked, her eyes widened, she'd never heard of someone speaking Italian before, just little bits on TV. She herself had spent most of her years at high school taking Spanish.
Daniel nodded. "We had an Italian nanny when I was younger. My parents traveled the world and when I was born they were in Italy. They thought I might as well learn the language."
"Can you speak any other languages?" Luce asked, hoping she wasn't being too pushy.
"Mmhm," Daniel replied. "I can speak German, a little bit of Russian, Spanish and French."
"Asombros," Luce told him, the world rolling off her tongue.
She watched Daniel smile. "You speak Spanish?"
Luce nodded. "I took it in high school,"
Leonardo returned with a bottle of red wine and two glasses. He placed a glass in front of each of them and poured them a glass of thick red wine that bubbled like champagne.
Leonardo said something in quick Italian and Daniel nodded, gesturing towards Luce and replied to their waiter. He reached over and grabbed Luce's menu, which she hadn't even opened and handed Leonardo his own then he disappeared.
"Um, what did you say to him?" Luce asked softly, feeling blood rush to her skin. She had no idea what kind of food they had hear, and now the waiter had obviously taken their orders and Daniel had ordered something she didn't even know what was.
"I just ordered us some food," Daniel replied nonchalantly, taking a sip of his wine and as he set it down his smile grew slightly. "Don't worry, Luce. I didn't order you anything too outrageous. Spaghetti and meatballs sound alright?"
Luce rolled her eyes. "Of course,"
"So," Daniel said, playing with his wine glass. "Luce, besides knowing where your name comes from, I don't really know a lot about you, do I?"
Luce shrugged. "I guess not," She admitted sheepishly. They'd been texting a lot about silly things, how the party they'd been to last night was worse than a party that they'd been to another night had been. How excited Luce was for school, nothing serious.
"Why not do a back and forth?" Daniel asked. "I'll ask you something and you ask me something."
"Alright," Luce replied.
"Where are you from?" Daniel questioned.
"Texas," Luce answered automatically. "A long drive from here, remember?" They both laughed. "Can you teach me Italian?"
The blonde haired boy raised an eyebrow. "What do you want to learn?"
Luce shrugged. "I don't know, anything,"
Daniel gave her a teasing grin. "I know," He leaned into her and whispered something into her.
"Sto avendo il maggior tempo del mondo con la ragazza più bella che abbia mai visto," Luce replied unsteadilywhen he pulled back. "What does that mean?"
"That I'm having the greatest time in the world," Daniel replied.
"And the other part?" Luce asked.
Daniel leaned in until his face was only inches away from Luce's. "With the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.
Italian, so sweet that Daniel can speak it. And so great that I can use Google translate! Please review?