You Scowled at your parents. They never told toi They were going to file a divorce! toi knew there would be a probability that they would, due to the fact they always fighted on which family business toi went into. But toi weren’t expecting that until toi were 14. BUT AT THE AGE OF 7?! What the hell was wrong with them? A few days later, toi had your things ready and bid a farewell to your mother, as toi and your father were moving to America. As toi walked out toi looked to your mother for a last time, no longer able to predict your future thanks to your new change.

“But WHY do I need to go onto this first date?! I don’t even KNOW this Kyoya person toi speak of! “ toi looked to your father angrily. He had set toi up on a first rendez-vous amoureux, date with a family friend’s son, apparently because they had “big plans” for the both of you. toi hated it when they did that, but it was only logical to them, both of them being from big companies and all. But it wasn’t always fair to you. toi were expected to take on the family business, marry some unknown man in 4 years, and expectantly rejoindre companies. It just wasn’t fair on your perspective. Sighing and unclenching your grasp from the fine glass table, toi gave in.
“Fine, I’ll go on your stupid date.” Your father quickly gave toi a Kiss on the forehead while mumbling a thanks and how grateful he was as toi reached into your bourse, sac à main sitting on the table, tableau and took out your digital planner. The only jour toi were free was on Saturday, so toi took that jour for your first rendez-vous amoureux, date with the stranger, not knowing what would happen.

_________________________________ON SATURDAY________________________________________

toi watched as the small black limo drove away, instantly leaving toi alone to wait for the stranger Kyoya. As your father had told you, He had black hair and glasses, and would meet toi at the restaurant for your date. Bringing a curled stray (H/C) lock behind your ear, toi looked around. The rue where toi were waiting was no place for toi ou your dress to be, since your dress was a white floor length one with only one shoulder strap, so toi walked into the restaurant. Sure enough was a very handsome man waiting there. Taking a moment to drink him up, toi secretly looked him up and down. He had Raven black Hair and glasses, and was wearing a black tux. Taking your hand in his, he shook it slightly before properly introducing himself.
“ Hello there miss, my name is Kyoya Otori. I’m sure toi are ______? Am I correct?” Looking to him, toi blushed and nodded. “Excellent. I am sure toi are as intellectual as my father tells me toi are, so I am quite sure we’ll get along fine. Come and have a seat.”
As toi were led to the table, tableau par the waiter, toi couldn’t stop stealing glances at Kyoya. Damn He was cute! Sitting properly at the table, toi both ordered what toi wanted and sat for a moment in silence, like it was some sort of funeral. After a couple of minutes, toi both started a conversation, asking each other a flood of questions. Soon enough toi were both in a deep conversation about your family businesses, and what the other’s parent “expected” for your “future”, barely even noticing when the waiter came par and brought your food.
Once toi were finished with your conversation, the both of toi snapped back into reality, realizing toi were both famished. Using the silver cutlery, toi delicately cut the nourriture toi had and ate it; Just as toi were taught. After toi were both finished, toi went back into conversation, and the way he looked at you; it was so loving, it was like toi were the l’amour of his life, just through the first date.
Once toi were both finished with your conversation and your dinner, he brought toi home; stopping toi from going inside before toi were pulled into a deep, sweet kiss. Though it was short, it was sweet. Just like candy.
Afterwards, once toi were already inside, it was like toi floated to your room where toi changed into your pajamas and went to bed, only wondering when you’d see him again.