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As the stars came out to play, a poetic attempt to tell her that he wanted her to meet him at the café at sundown. Her eyes scanned the sky line as she moved down the side walk; her fingers pulled her coat around her as she protected herself from the night air. So many things were going through…
He watched mildly from the shadows, undetected. A special talent that his kind had. Suppose, he thought, it made them excellent stalkers.
Wait no that was creepy. But that was beyond the point. He watched as she moved, taking in her body language. She seemed unsure, even a bit…Nervous, perhaps? He had examined the various clubs about and found one that was somewhat tame for a fledgling like her.
He moved out of the shadows when she had situated herself at a table. He moved up behind her and pressed a kiss to her cheek.
Nervousness would be something she would never admit to, it was a weakness and she would not want to allow others to use it against her. Anyway, what was a so nerve-racking about dancing?
She barely moved when she sensed him coming up behind her, her head only turning slightly before she felt the kiss to her cheek. “You’re late,” She said in a matter-of-fact tone. “Is it not bad manners to keep a lady waiting?” Her lips quirked up at the corner, her eyes focused upon him.
For tonight she would trust him, like she had back upon that island. He had yet to prove her that she couldn’t; he had yet to break her trust.
“No, you’re just early,” Awi told her with a cocky little grin. He lightly took her hand in his and pulled her up from her seat. ”Now come, the night has only just begun. And I am a servant of it, so I must listen to its call…” He gave her an amused grin before pulling her out of the cafe and walking down the street.
So far so good, he thought. He had some concern on her having a good time while they were out. She seemed to be the type who hadn’t gotten out too much. And he planned to fix that.
Cheeky bastard. She allowed him to take her hand, raising to a stand. He was so cheesy sometimes, though quick lines which she was sure he had used on many others. She wasn’t going to be hooked easily by them, but she wouldn’t ruined the night with any retorts, unless they were needed.
“Where are we going?” She finally asked him, keeping up with his pace. Deep down part of her half worried she was going to be thrown into the ‘snake pit’, and be ‘bitten’ because of it…Hopefully he’d prove her wrong.
Truth be told, he had never told anyone else he was a servant of the night. Which, technically, he was. It was something he didn’t say often due to not being too keen on people knowing that exactly.
At her question, he gave her a look with a grin.
“Well, we’re going to a rather relaxed club,” he informed her. ”Nothing too much just a bit of fun.” He stopped at the door to the club, giving the bouncer a nod and easily being allowed entry with Nicolette.
The music wasn’t too deafeningly loud and it was a relaxed atmosphere. The set up was well and the lights were low.
“So, wanna dance?” Awi asked Nicolette.