Kallum had driven them to a nice Italian restaurant. When they approached Rebekah saw there was a line of people waiting to be seated. Kallum noticed she had an expression of worry, he was sure was due to the line of people.

"Good thing I made reservations" he said with that smile of his that brightened up everyone's day while he held the door open for her at the restaurant.

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Her brothers were outside of the restaurant listening to their conversation. They had positioned themselves across the street so Rebekah wouldn't spot them.

"I don't think Rebekah will be very happy if she were to find out we are listening in on her conversation" said Kol. He knew Rebekah had finally forgiven and forgotten for the security changes in the mansion, and it would not be the best if they put themselves at odds with her again. She would never forgive them.

"It's a good thing then that she will never find out then" said Nik giving Kol a warning look.

"Quiet" said Elijah as he intently listened in.

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"Now that I've told you a bit about myself and my family why don't you tell me a bit about you and your family?" asked Rebekah while taking a sip of wine. Her brothers wouldn't approve of her drinking, but they weren't around, so what they don't know wouldn't kill them.

"Not much to tell really. My parents loath each other, they spend most of their time on complete opposite ends of the planet; I only ever see them together for my birthday. My mother is a fashion designer and my father is the head of a fortune 500 company. I'm an only child so I spent most of my childhood playing with my nannies" Kallum he said sadly.

"An only child? I have…" she was debating whether to mention Finn or Hendrik to him, in the end she decided not to "three brothers who drive me mad, but I could never imagine my life without them. It must have been hard being an only child."

"Nah. It was alright, I never had to share my toys" he tried to smile genuinely.

"Still it must have been hard. And you said your parents don't get along"

"That's right. They don't speak to each other unless they must, and avoid seeing each other at whatever cost."

"I'm sorry" she said reaching for his hand. He gave her a small smile in return for the gesture.

"Well enough of that. Isn't there a rule about avoiding the topics of politics, religion and family on first dates?" he said with a chuckle.

"I believe there is" she said returning a genuine laugh.

… … … … …

Halfway through dinner their conversation topics seemed to come easier. They talked about where they saw themselves in five years, what their favorite food was, and if they liked dogs and cats. "So this is what a real first date feels like" she asked herself. She was enjoying herself thoroughly.

… … … … …

"Oh no" exclaimed Rebekah. Their waiter had spilled wine onto her dress while he was refilling her glass.

"I'm so sorry miss" the waiter exclaimed trying to dry Rebekah's dress with a napkin he was carrying. She couldn't believe this was happening.

"It's alright. Excuse me" and with that she left to the lady's room to try to clean herself up.

… … … … …

She was desperately trying to get as much wine out of her dress before it permanently stained. She stared at herself in the mirror; she was deciding whether she should go out there again or call one of her brothers to pick her up. She felt embarrassed; the whole restaurant had seen the waiter spill wine on her lap. Kallum had noticed Rebekah was taking a while in the lady's room, he decided to go investigate what was taking her so long.

"Rebekah" he called out from outside of the restroom "Are you alright? Is everything okay?"

"I'm fine" she says trying to sound genuine.

"You don't sound fine"

"My dress is ruined" she said quietly honestly.

"Let me look at you… please"

The door slowly opened and he saw her, she had her eyes down and she fidgeted with her hands.

"Just as I suspected …" he said sounding serious.

Rebekah looked up with watery eyes at him as to wait for him to ridicule her. Rebekah was centuries old, she's lived many lifetimes but she was never one to hide her emotions well even with centuries of practice.

"… still… absolutely… beautiful."

She gave him a smile as she leaned on the closed door behind her. He came closer to her and let his hands rest on her hips. "I hope you didn't think a little spilled wine would get you out of a date" he said with a smile on his face. Rebekah let her hands come up and rest on either side of his face. "Absolutely not" she answered. He leaned closer to her pushing her further into him. He starred at her lips and she at his with lust filled eyes. He let his hands wonder her hind side and leaned in closer so as to let their lips collide. They were less than a breath away from their lips touching when they heard someone clear their throat.

… … … … …

"Nik!" exclaimed Rebekah pushing Kallum away immediately "what are you doing here?"

"I fancied Italian for dinner" he said with a smirk.

"Nik did you follow me?" asked Rebekah with anger in her voice.

"Not at all sister, it was a mere coincidence seeing you here" he said trying to sound innocent.

Kallum was just standing in a corner trying to stay out of Klaus's line of vision.

"What happened to your dress?" he asked trying to deflect the conversation into a new direction.

"What?"

"Your dress, what happened to it?"

"Oh. The waiter spilled some wine on me"

"You were drinking?" he asked as he crossed his arms.

"Umm…. No" she said hoping he would believe her, but she knew her heart beat would give her away.

"Bekah, don't lie to me" he said with warning in his voice.

"Fine, I was; but I only had one glass"

Nik raised his eyebrow at her and tapped his foot.

"Alright, I had two" she said in utter defeat.

"No. More" he said simply referring to her consuming more alcohol, "promise me."

"Promise" she said just above a whisper looking away from him.

Rebekah often forgot she no longer could consume alcohol like she did when she was a vampire, and more often than not she forgot that and would consume too much.

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