"I got your back boy"-T.I.
The hushed voices of patrons and the soft piano music playing in the background were drowned out by John's thoughts. He sat quietly at the elegantly clothed table in an over the top expensive restaurant waiting for his date to get back from the restroom. They had finished dinner and were waiting for their desserts to arrive when Joss had excused herself to the restroom.
As he sat at the table waiting, his thoughts wondered back to the events of the day. John pinched the bridge of his nose. The day had started off with them receiving a number that, at this point he and Harold had come to memorize, Leon. How that man managed to stay in trouble was beyond him. The trouble he caused came to a head when two burly men cornered he and Leon at a pub. He managed to knock one guy out but his friend got the drop on him. He was on the verge of passing out from the body builder that was crushing his wind pipe, but before he could the man's grip left his throat as he dropped to the ground unconscious.
As he managed to steady himself onto his feet the sense of Déjà vu surrounded him. Standing in front of him was Joss holding the remnants of the bar stool she just broke over his assailants head. She dropped what was left of the stool and moved into his personal space inspecting his face, head and neck to make sure he was okay. While she was scolding Leon like a little child, he couldn't stop himself from leaning into her hand and smiling,then she turned her fury on him, scolding him for being reckless.
She pouted her lips and then smiled before she pinched his cheek and told in she had his back. She then told them to get lost while she called in the bar fight and two unconscious individuals on the floor.
He came out of his thoughts as she sat back down in front of him and smiled. She looked stunning tonight, her hair was down in lose curls and her lips were painted red, he'd never seen her wear red lipstick before. She wore an elegant knee length black cocktail dress that commanded attention to all the right places. John scowled, the waiter was in the process of putting their desserts on the table, and if the young man didn't stop looking at her chest he was going to break his hand.
As they enjoyed their desserts and each others company, he as slowly coming to the realization that she was always going to be there for him no matter what. Good or bad, high or low. It was about time he stepped up and let her know how much he appreciated all she did for him. If he had too he'd buy her fancy purses and blouses, flawless diamonds, summer houses or a personal weapons arsenal. Whatever she wanted he'd deliver, he was going to make it his mission on Earth to make her happy. They lifted their glasses to toast, while she said "here's to us", the only thing he was thinking was "here's to her".