Olivia Pov
Checking myself in the mirror, straightening down my shirt and wearing my coat, my hair falling over my shoulders. I grin as I look at my clothing, which consists of a white shirt tucked into black tight trousers. A long beige coat and a pair of skin-colored sandals. Damn, this dress screams dominance.
I strolled downstairs, satisfied with my outfit, I walked downstairs to be greeted by my family, who were eating dinner at the kitchen counter table. "Damn, you're looking gorgeous; are you sure this isn't a date?" Liam grinned broadly.
I stared at him before turning to face my parents. "I'm leaving; I'll be back before 11" They nodded.
"Take care" Dad said, while stuffing his mouth in his favourite dessert strawberry cheesecake. "Liv, what's her name?" Mom questioned, looking at me. Maybe more like staring at my soul "Oh yeah, her name isâ" I paused, not knowing her name and I had agreed to meet her. "Umm, I never asked her name," I muttured, scratching the back of my neck, feeling guilty and bad since as a detective, that's the first thing I should have done.
I may well have totally failed to notice to question her name at some time. But, how? Must have slipped off my mind.
"Olivia Miller, you don't know what her name is and you agreed to meet her."Â Mom raised her voice slightly, but I wasn't angry. I knew it was a motherhood urge, to be sensitive and conscious of what I was doing and who I was going out with.
"Sorry, Mom, but please calm down. When I ask her tonight, I'll tell you all tomorrow morning. Bye "I said, smiling politely.
"Only if I find you and not your dead body at my door step tomorrow morning, with the killings happening over here we should be safe and aware." she said. I nodded my head and moved towards the door, bringing my car keys with me.
"Have a good time, big sister." That was the last thing I heard Liam say before closing the door. I started my car and drove to the restaurant where we had planned to meet two days ago. I did say yes to her, but I made it clear that it was not a date and that it was only a friendly meet up.
When I arrived at the restaurant, I parked my car and got out. I felt more confidence building up in me as I glanced around me to see all the men's and women's around me were checking met out while I was walking to the entrance of the restraunt. A grin plastered on my face when I entered the place looking for the brunette.
Catching a glimpse of a familiar hair, my eyes stopped moving. I smiled to myself, knowing she had arrived earlier than usual. When I got to the table, I strolled up to the chair in front of her and sat down, listening to her talk.
"Mam this sea- Ohh you arrived," she murmured, her face changing from frustrated to delighted when she noticed it is me.
"Yes, because you asked me to," I said. She sighed, but it was a disappointed sigh. "I did, indeed." Why disappointment? or Am I thinking too much.
"So, shall we order?" I said, attempting to break the awkward tension that surrounded us right now.
"Yes, please, I'm hungry," she responded as she handed me one of the menus.
"Mmm, what are you having?" she asked, her gaze fixed on the menu. "Why did you ask?" I questioned. "Oh, because whatever you're ordering, I'm not going to order," she said sheepishly not making an eye contact. Nervous?
I set the menu down on the table crossing my hands over my chest and stared at her. "And why are you going to do that?" I asked, lifting an eyebrow. "Ohh, umm because then you know uh-- aarghh," she sighed deeply. "Dammit, why is it so difficult to talk to her?" she whispered more to herself, but I could hear her making me smirk. "So that maybe you might share your meal with me, but only if you like sharing, because I'm not pushing you to share, I mean-"
"Stop, godd, I don't mind sharing my meal with you." I said to stop her constant mumbling because of her nervousness. She is tense around me. She made a cute pout with her lips. I shook my head and requested that the waiter take our orders.
"What do you ladies want?" "Umm, I'd like a Caesar Salad and some garlic bread with some red wine." I came to a stop and glanced at her, only to find her staring back at me with something in her eyes that I couldn't place. "Hey," I called out from whichever universe she had recently visited. "What would you want to eat?" I questioned.
"Oh, yeah, I'd have a rare steak and a glass of Bourbon, please," she replied, looking at the server. The server collected our menus and walked away, leaving me withâ"You know what's weird?" Leaning back in my chair, I questioned her.
"What?" she inquired. "I didn't realize I didn't even know your name until my Mom asked me about you, and now we're eating dinner without knowing each other's names."
"Oh, so you told your parents about me." Trust me I surely did. "No, I mean she asked me where I was going and who I was going with." I replied blushing a bit, what was I blushing for?
"I know, I know. 'I mean, you shouldn't be ashamed if you did speak about me, because I absolutely did," she said smirking as she drank the glass of water on our table.
"So, what's your name?" I asked her. She sat up straight, cleared her throat, and extended her hand to me. "Hello, my name is Ava, Ava Lopez." I imitated her motions, shaking hands with her, getting a strange sensation as I touched her chilly hand, but what befuddled me even more were the sparks that raced through my entire right arm.
I cleared my throat and carried on. "Hello, my name is Olivia, Olivia Miller." "Olivia," she whispered softly, allowing my name to slip from her lips, and it sounded.....good?
"Here are your orders, ma'am," the waiter remarked, forcing us pull our hands to ourselves, not realizing we were still holding hands until the waiter approached us. "Enjoy your meal," he stated before walking away.
"So, how old are you?" I said, taking a short drink of my wine. She coughed as she choked on a small piece of meat in her mouth. She cleaned her mouth with a towel and took a huge sip her whiskey.With a puzzled expression on my face, I peered at her.
"Don't you realize you should never ask a lady her age?" she said placing her both arms on the table.
"Oh, so you're a lady." I shot back. "What, no, I mean, I'm a woman, but ughh,"she groaned in frustration at me for teasing her, feeling victorious, with a frustrated expression on her face.
"I'm 22," she said, biting into her steak and surprising me. She looked up, with her wrinkled her brows at my reaction, without receiving any responses from me. "Is that a bad thing, wait how old are you?" she inquired. And now it was my turn to beam.
"You should never ask a Lady her age, you know." I made fun of her, but she only smirked. "So you're a lady, huh?" "Wrong," I said, she looked at me with questionably look.
I leaned very close to her face, so only she could hear. "A very eye - catching and sexy lady." I replied, smirking in victory since the flush was finding its way to her cheeks.
That was so evident that a blind man could see it. I leaned back again, casually eating my salad, and looked back at her to see her in the same posture before she shook her head, chugged the entire whiskey, and demanded a refill.
This ought to be fun.