Who's that fucker over there?, chapter 12
Mike checked his shirt and tie for anything that might be unattractive. Then he smelled himself. He breathed out. It was time to pick up Anastasia. He got into his car and started his way to Ana's house.
He tried to breathe normally as he got into Ana's driveway. He got out of his car and went up to Ana's door.
He knocked and waited for a reply.
After a few moments, Anastasia appeared at the door. Her smile was radiant, and her red-hot dress was striking. She smiled shyly as she placed her hand in Mike's.
Mike stared into Ana's beautiful hazel eyes before escorting her into the car. Mike struggled to keep a straight conversation with Ana.
"So... Do you know exactly why you're here with me this evening?" Mike asked.
Ana grinned as she looked at Mike's tense face.
"I honestly don't know... Mark is getting suspicious... "
Mike grimaced at the name of Mark. He didn't want to think about him, especially on his special evening with Ana.
Ana noticed the uncomfortable expression on Mike's face.
"Where are we going?" asked Ana, changing the subject.
"An Arabian restaurant," Mike answered.
Anastasia grinned.
"How do you know I love Arabian food?" she asked.
Mike really didn't know that Arabian was Ana's favorite food.
"Well... I'm using my psychic powers on you," Mike joked.
Anastasia let out a short laugh.
Mike pulled up in front of a restaurant booming with Arabian music. He got out of the car and ran to Anastasia's door and opened it for her. Ana giggled as she got out with the help of Mike.
Mike led Ana to their reserved table. They took a seat and were immediately greeted by a belly dancer waitress. Mike and Ana ordered their food.
"If you won't mind telling me this... but... " Mike started.
Anastasia looked at him straight in the eye.
Mike loved it, but hated it at the same time. Ana's lovely face was pleasurable, but her features were so striking it made him nervous.
"Why did you reject my offer for a date last time I asked?" Mike finished.
Anastasia opened her mouth and looked down.
She looked at Mike again.
"I... " She sighed.
Mike knew this response would be painful.
"I'm engaged," she said quietly.
Mike was starting to hurt inside.
"Why? Why didn't you just tell me? Why are you even on this date with me? What kind of person are you??" Mike busted.
Ana turned red.
"You asked again... I-I couldn't turn you down again... "
"So you're saying this is a pity date?"
"NO! It's not that! It's just—"
Ana paused. Mike listened intently.
"I think I could love you."
Mike looked at her.
"And Mark?" questioned Mike.
"I don't know! I was about to dump him right when he asked me to marry him. I'm a people pleaser and I said yes. Just... I don't know... Don't do this to me," Ana babbled.
He tried to breathe normally as he got into Ana's driveway. He got out of his car and went up to Ana's door.
He knocked and waited for a reply.
After a few moments, Anastasia appeared at the door. Her smile was radiant, and her red-hot dress was striking. She smiled shyly as she placed her hand in Mike's.
Mike stared into Ana's beautiful hazel eyes before escorting her into the car. Mike struggled to keep a straight conversation with Ana.
"So... Do you know exactly why you're here with me this evening?" Mike asked.
Ana grinned as she looked at Mike's tense face.
"I honestly don't know... Mark is getting suspicious... "
Mike grimaced at the name of Mark. He didn't want to think about him, especially on his special evening with Ana.
Ana noticed the uncomfortable expression on Mike's face.
"Where are we going?" asked Ana, changing the subject.
"An Arabian restaurant," Mike answered.
Anastasia grinned.
"How do you know I love Arabian food?" she asked.
Mike really didn't know that Arabian was Ana's favorite food.
"Well... I'm using my psychic powers on you," Mike joked.
Anastasia let out a short laugh.
Mike pulled up in front of a restaurant booming with Arabian music. He got out of the car and ran to Anastasia's door and opened it for her. Ana giggled as she got out with the help of Mike.
Mike led Ana to their reserved table. They took a seat and were immediately greeted by a belly dancer waitress. Mike and Ana ordered their food.
"If you won't mind telling me this... but... " Mike started.
Anastasia looked at him straight in the eye.
Mike loved it, but hated it at the same time. Ana's lovely face was pleasurable, but her features were so striking it made him nervous.
"Why did you reject my offer for a date last time I asked?" Mike finished.
Anastasia opened her mouth and looked down.
She looked at Mike again.
"I... " She sighed.
Mike knew this response would be painful.
"I'm engaged," she said quietly.
Mike was starting to hurt inside.
"Why? Why didn't you just tell me? Why are you even on this date with me? What kind of person are you??" Mike busted.
Ana turned red.
"You asked again... I-I couldn't turn you down again... "
"So you're saying this is a pity date?"
"NO! It's not that! It's just—"
Ana paused. Mike listened intently.
"I think I could love you."
Mike looked at her.
"And Mark?" questioned Mike.
"I don't know! I was about to dump him right when he asked me to marry him. I'm a people pleaser and I said yes. Just... I don't know... Don't do this to me," Ana babbled.
