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Chapter 2: Dinner

Delilah sighed as she sat on her bed staring at the object of clothing hanging before her on the closet door. Lisa had been so kind as to not only agree for her but pick out the nights clothes as well. It didn't even matter; she was only going on this "dinner date" to please her best friend.

She stood from her bed and walked over to her bathroom where she resumed running the water for a shower. She undressed and stepped into the bath. The water cascaded down her back and her hair like a waterfall. Delilah ran her hands through her wet hair and lathered it with the coconut shampoo sitting on the rim of the tub. She took the time to examine her split ends closely, picking at them vigorously as she tried to stall by any means necessary to get ready for dinner.

After the water began to get cold, Delilah relaxed back on the tiled wall and sighed. She didn't want to get out. She turned the water off slowly, still stalling for time, and grabbed a towel hanging from the rack next to the toilet and wrapped it around her curved body.

She wiped the mirror down and stared at her reflection. Her jet black locks formed around her face and went down past her shoulders as she combed through it with her fingers.

There was a knock on the bathroom door and she turned her head to glance at it. She delayed answering Lisa's call and walked slowly to the door. She cracked it open a bit and peeked around the corner.

"Dee! Hurry…he's….already…here…" Lisa breathed pulling her out of the bathroom and ripping the towel off of her.

"What!" Delilah asked, glancing at the clock. It couldn't have been that time yet. Had she really spent all day in her room in bed?

John Cena sat awkwardly in the living room of some one he barely knew and was taking out for the night. He ran his fingers along the leather of the couch and stared at the blank T.V. He glanced at the DVD collection, most were wrestling DVDs and the others were just a collection of random movies.

He turned his attention to the closed bedroom door where he heard a bit of hollering being conjured up. He chuckled to him self and lifted him self off the couch were he resumed giving him self a tour of their small apartment.

John was glancing over the kitchen counter when he heard the sound of heels behind him on the wood floor. He turned around slowly and stopped eyes wide. Delilah was standing unwillingly with her arms in front of her innocently. She was wearing a black halter dress, black leggings and a pair of black stilettos.

He cleared his throat before tucking his hands in his pockets and smiling.

"Hi." He spoke, causing Delilah to just stare at him.

It wasn't soon, that the two left and were on there way to where ever John was driving them. Delilah glanced at her feet then back over at the driver's seat where John was drumming his fingers on the steering wheel lightly.

"Not much of a talker, are you?" He said breaking the silence that had been resting in the cars interior. She shook her head and stared back out the front windshield.

"Just for your information, Lisa was the one who put me up to this. I would've never gone out with you if she wasn't forcing me to."

"O.K. I get it. So…what do you do for a living?"

"What?"

"Well, obviously you know what I do; I was asking what you do for a living." Delilah felt slightly embarrassed and scratched the back of her head.

"I don't have a job," she admitted sourly. "But that was because I was fired not only a week ago." She recovered, telling the truth only slightly.

"Okay…so do you have a degree in anything?"

"Economics, Business and English…"

"That's a lot of things to minor in."

"Actually they're all bachelor degrees. I had a lot of time on my hands."

The car got silent again as they pulled into the parking lot of a local restaurant. John got out first and went around the car to help Delilah out who protested and got out before he could reach the door. They sat down at their table, secluded from every one else and ordered their drinks.

"Why are we so far away from everybody?" Delilah asked, leaning forward in a harsh whisper.

"Do you think we could've gotten a quieter meal when everybody knows who you are?" John laughed and watched her expression change from angry to understanding and embarrassed.

"By the way…I don't believe I know you name."

"It's, Delilah."

"Nice name," John said chewing on a piece of bread and getting a look of disgust from across the table. He smiled over at her.

The rest of the evening went smoothly, at least according to the WWE Champ. Delilah continued in the conversing and it actually got to the point where she was picking the topics too. By the time they finished their meals, she was very warm hearted toward the superstar.

John drove Delilah home in silence once more. He had a smile on her face and parked in front of the apartment building. Delilah began to get out, and John followed after her.

"I wanted to thank you for doing this with me. I needed a night away from the guys." Delilah nodded a "your welcome" and turned to say good bye.

"Thanks…for dinner." She said, with a small smile. John nodded as well and turned to leave. Delilah gripped his arms and spun him back around to kiss him on the cheek.

"No really…Thanks." She said before walking in the door and shutting it behind her. She leaned against the door and sighed before walking past her best friend and into her room.

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