Our first Date ruined

"My choice!" I half scoffed. "I wanted to wear it." I defended myself. Deep down, I knew I was acting childish but something inside me was a little peeved.

"Then why aren't you?" He asked me once more and I was quiet.

I wanted to tell him but I couldn't and I knew I was making an issue out of nothing. As childish as I sounded, I wanted to know how he felt about me. I didn't want to be another one of the girls he wined and dined.

"I felt like wearing this." I shrugged my shoulders and clasped my hands tightly. Curse me for starting this conversation.

"But you couldn't wear the one I sent you?" He glanced at me sideways. "Again Brielle, its fine. You don't have to feel guilty about it. I thought you'd like that dress." He was trying his best to not sound detached.

"I am sorry. I'll send it back tomorrow." I told him and he looked baffled for a second. It wasn't like I was ever going to wear that again so it was better to send it back rather than wasting money. His lip curved in a mysterious smile.

The traffic was light and we made it there within twenty minutes. As soon as he parked, I got out of the car quickly. He frowned but said nothing.

"This place looks amazing."

Which was true. It was elegant and cosy. After Zuriel gave his name, a small guy with curly, salt and pepper hair led us through the tables to one corner. Like a gentleman, Zuriel pulled out a chair for me to sit and sat across me. He ordered wine for himself whilst I settled on the water. I opened the menu card to hide from his confused gaze.

"May I take your order?"

Finally an English-speaking waitress!

I eyed the waitress as she batted her too-long-to-be-real eyelashes at Zuriel, who was oblivious of her antics and concentrated on the menu. When he asked about something, she giggled and replied over-enthusiastically.

'Real classy girl, real classy.'

I ignored her loud banter and looked at the menu and my mouth watered. Zuriel waited for me to order first and I opened my mouth to order something called 'Moussaka' when I remembered what happened earlier like a rewind of the disaster. Not something to remember.

"I'll have... salad only." I gave the waitress a tight smile as she responded to my order with a smug smile.

"Salad?" He asked me, surprised. His eyebrows drew together and he looked confused.

"Yeah salad Zuriel, with cucumbers and tomatoes..."

"I know what the fuck salad is..." A muscle ticked in his jaw.

"Good. So salad it is." His eyes narrowed, but he continued to look at me like I had lost my marbles.

"No... Can you get steak for both of us, medium- well done for me? What about you?" Brown eyes narrowed dangerously at me, waiting for me to protest. It was enoug to shut my mouth.

"Well done, too." I told her and she left, swaying her hips slightly.

"But Zuriel. I like... salad. And I'm not hungry." Just then, my stomach decided to growl. It was embarrassing, but I hadn't eaten anything since morning. He gave me a sceptical look, challenging me to say something. I was sure my face was brighter than the tablecloth.

"Are you going to tell me what's the matter with you? You are acting weird."

"It's nothing." I tightened my grip on the glass, trying to hide my frustration.

"Brielle" "His tone was more insistent, demanding an answer.

"It's embarrassing." I replied, the words as stiff as my body was.

"It won't be that bad." He persisted.

Oh to hell with it!

"Uhm... I couldn't fit in the dress you sent me." "I spoke softly forcing myself to stay strong. I couldn't believe this was actually happening, that this was real life and not a nightmare. I closed my eyes wishing I could vanish.

"What?" I heard him say, scoffing.

"I couldn't fit in the dress you sent. It was a size small." I repeated clearer this time.

Or two!

"Oh, I heard you the first time." I opened my eyes to find him grinning.

"Then why did you make me say it again? And stop smiling, it's embarrassing." My eyes widened and so did his smile.

"Not funny, Zuriel. Not funny." I shook my head, not wanting to laugh with him. No matter how embarrassing telling him was, it was funny just thinking about it.

"My bad Brielle. I am really sorry. I thought... anyway, I'm sorry for not treating you the right way. You look beautiful in every dress. Honestly, I am just relieved." An odd combination of emotions swirled in those eyes.

"Why?" I questioned him. I expected him to be shocked, angry, confused but he was at ease.

"I thought maybe you didn't like the dress. Normally, I let my assistants handle this matter but this time, I took the matter in my own hands. I... chose a dress for you by myself. I wanted this to be special for you... for us. As I said before, you look beautiful in any dress." He spoke sincerely. "Even in those that don't fit you."

"You are such an idiot, you know that? Tip for next time, don't assume. I died a million deaths this morning because of that dress." I laughed slightly. It was nerve-wracking.

One corner of his lips curled up. If grins could kill, he would slay me with that smile. He never brought up the topic again and instantly it made me feel comfortable. After that, we talked, as if we were two friends spending time together. We got to know more about each other. Music. Movies. Books. Hobbies. Friends. We were enjoying making each other laugh. He ordered cheesecake and it was the best one I ever had.

"Is that you Zuriel?" We were just finishing up dessert when a sultry voice with a strong accent interrupted us.

I lifted my eyes to the beautiful woman who was standing next to Zuriel at our table. She bend down to kiss Zuriel's cheek and gestured to the waiter to bring a chair for her.

Okayyy, please make yourself comfortable.

She was wearing a royal blue dress that showed her cleavage more than necessary. When her eyes roamed over me, she gave me a small smile.

"Natalia. How are you?" Zuriel seemed delighted to see her.

"Much better, after seeing you." She curved her red lips in a smile and I tried my best not to shift in my seat. I continued eating the cheesecake silently.

"You look stunning." He complimented her and she grinned, stroking his cheek affectionately.

Yeah thanks, jerk! You can compliment her after meeting her for what five seconds and yet it takes eons to compliment me! Your freaking date of the night.

The fork in my hand clinked loudly against the plate, catching their attention. I mustered an innocent smile and apologised silently.

"Natalia, this is Brielle and Brielle, this is a good friend of mine."

Oh look, he realizes I'm still here. I smiled tightly at her. Why am I jealous of someone I just met? Dear god, I was turning into a green-eyed monster. First the waitress, now his friend!

"How's Samuel?" She asked him, completely ignoring my presence.

Why don't you call him and ask him yourself?

"As usual, how's Savos?" He asked her, rather uncomfortably. Maybe, it was the way I was looking at her.

Good. At least he noticed!

"Oh, he is here. I am on a date with him." She waved the question off with a sneer.

"That makes both of us." I folded the napkin and feigned a smile. For a second, she looked completely stunned and then her smile broadened.

Someone had a little too much to drink!

"I see you are finally getting over Carly. I am finally meeting someone who isn't a replica of her." Her eyes assessed me.

The tension between us was palpable. Zuriel clenched his jaw and kept his mouth shut. This was totally awkward and Zuriel had a type? I thought for sure anything with two legs and a 'v' use to work for him.