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The "date" was not what he was expecting it to be.
While anticipating what Sora would do in any given situation was not entirely possible given how much spirit and the overall wild card she was, he had not been certain how their date would go.
Though, he had figured that something as simple as speech would have occurred.
He was not much of a "small talk" person, but he didn't really mind when she did it, strangely enough. Then again, there were many things that she did that would annoy him had it been from someone else.
Their orders had been long taken and their appetizers were halfway finished. Despite that, she continued to keep the menu open. Once in a while, her eyes would look away from it, but only to look at the painting on the wall closest to them. He had played with the idea that perhaps she was nervous and shy about the dinner.
The thought had only lasted a few seconds.
"Shy" and "Sora" did not belong in the same sentence, especially with the rather sensual outfit she had on. He took another sip of his wine and then placed it down on the table when he could not handle the silence any longer.
"Have I offended you in some way?"
Those words made her fingers twitch, but she did not look up.
"Some way," she mused aloud, "I guess that would cover it."
Her words made him scour his mind for what he could have possibly done between picking her up and their arrival at the restaurant.
Not getting the car door?
He found that highly unlikely given that she did not allow him the time to do so. He was about to continue in his thoughts when she quietly spoke again.
"You really don't know, do you?"
He looked up from his wine glass to see that she was finally looking at him. Her eyes narrowed and then they relaxed when she picked up her glass of water.
"So is this where you took May?"
Grey eyes sharpened onto her form. "No," he slowly stated after a few moments. He was not quite sure how she knew that May had offered him an apologetic dinner last week, but he was even more confused why it was brought up. "What does that have to do with this conversation?"
Something like hurt crossed her eyes, but it was quickly covered over with indignation.
"Nothing really," she intoned with a bit of a bite, "just wanted to confirm something."
He was even more baffled by the turn of events. "And what is that?"
Her hand was tightly holding the water cup. "That you, Leon Oswald, are a manipulative and heartless man." Sparks of indignation colored her eyes, "You almost had me fooled, I'll admit it. I had nearly forgotten given how well you can pretend and act, but I will not forget again."
The conversation turned into dangerous territory. Pride was something that he valued in himself and her words were attacking it.
"Manipulative? Pettiness and lies are beneath me; I abhor it to a high degree, I can assure you."
"Don't give me that," she spat out, "Everything you do is a lie! You thrive in it and make other people suffer in it!"
"What would you know about me?" he quietly, but oh so venomously seethed, "You live in your little bowl of happiness and smiles; you've not had to fight in the real world." Frustrated, he tossed his napkin onto the table. "All of you at the Kaleido Stage know nothing about hardship. It's almost sickening."
His words made her remember the reasons why she disliked him in the beginning. She had been played and his sick little game made her want a man that did not even exist.
"I've heard enough," she said in an unstable voice.
She placed the napkin on her plate. Then, she pulled out some bills from her hand purse to pay for the dinner she had ordered, not letting him do a single thing for her.
"You can eat alone;" she tossed over her shoulder, "not like it makes any difference to you."
Her heels clacked on the smooth wooden floorboards as she left. His hands clenched on the table as her abrupt departure infuriated him.
How had I wanted a deluded fool like her?
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