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"I'm the one that should be being worried about. After all, wine doesn't do the ticket for me." he chuckles, not even shifting, nudging her back.
"I'm the one that should be being worried about. After all, wine doesn't do the ticket for me." he chuckles, not even shifting, nudging her back.
She smiled and rolled her before she took his hand as they walked into the restaurant. They were soon sitting at a table, and she ate silently as she watched the other people in the restaurant.
While Reia watches people, Zeeshan merely watches her, occassionally taking a bite of his food.
“Stop staring,” she teased, slapping his arm. “It’s rude.”
He merely raises an eyebrow.
"And what might you have been doing, oggling each of the fine establishment's customers, hm?"
“Looking around, that’s all. At least I haven’t been staring at you.”
He cracks a grin, kicking her playfully under the table.
"Oh hush. Finish your food before I finish it for you." he laughs, spearing a bit of her food.
She laughed and finished up her food before she took his hand in hers and squeezed it. “Well, that was nice, I suppose.”
He smiles, squeezing her hand back.
"It was."
He waves down a waiter, and true to his word he orders a fine wine.
“Oh, gosh, no.” She smiled and slipped her arm through his. “I’m not saying anything.”
"Mm-hmmm. Sure you aren't. We'll still be taking the bottle, though." he chuckles.
She snorted and slid her arms through the sleeves of her jacket, cold. “Okay, love. Whatever you say…”
He smiles, standing, slapping down cash as payment - including a 30% tip. He grabs the bottle of wine, and offers his hand to Reia.
"Shall we go?"
She raised an eyebrow before she took his hand and went along with him. “Oh, what are you planning?”
"Oh, nothing in particular. Just a leisurely stroll down to the docks." he says mysteriously.
“Something about this makes me not want to believe you.” She took his arm as she walked out the door with him.
"Oh, trust me. It's not anything bad." he chuckles, starting to stroll casually down to the docks.
“Whatever you say…” She sat down at the docks and stared out at the ocean.
"Well, I take that back. . . it is bad, but maybe not in the way you were expecting." he murmurs, still standing.
He watches as the sun drifts down past the horizon, as the stars come out to play.
“Oh? Then what is it?” she asked, looking up at him.
He takes a breath.
"I've been ordered to kill you."
She looked up at him, stunned. “Wait, what?”
"As of today, the government apparantly no longer wants you alive and in custody. You need to get out of the city, tonight." he sighs, sitting down and popping open the bottle of wine.
“But- but you have to come with me. I can’t just leave you…”
He looks over at her, the rising moon highlighting his hair in silver.
"Look, if I disappear with you, they'll know. I'll get my affairs settled, put in notice, go through the whole routine. After all, I did say I wouldn't be killing, but here we are." he murmurs, taking a swig straight from the bottle.
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