Paid to be fake

The date

He opened the car door for me and I climbed in. I was sat in the car of my dreams. The car was a porshe with leather seats. Matt climbed in on the other side.

I turned to face my house. My mom was glancing out the lounge window.

"Seriously my mom, I'm so sorry" I giggled.

"It's fine" Matt grinned.

"You look good tonight" I complimented.

"T don't get carried away, this isn't real!" he gave me a stern look.

"Geez I was only giving you a compliment....but I thought?"

"You thought what?"

"Doesn't matter" I looked down towards the floor.

"You thought wrong!"

I felt a tear in my eye. Why couldn't Matt love me the way I loved him. Life can be so unfair.

"Like my ride?" Matt broke the silence.

"Nothing special" I still focused my glance on the floor.

"Oh come on T stop being such a miserable cow, I know you love it really!"

I wiped the tear from my eye. "Didn't know you owned a Porshe!"

"I don't."

"What?" I gave him a puzzled look.

"Its my dads."

"Oh I understand now!"

"Yeah it's pretty awesome!" he beamed.

The silence was awkward. I was miles away, staring out the window and Matt kept his focus on the road. We took a left turn and pulled up at a place called Labiano.

"We're here" he announced.

"Looks Italian!"

"Maybe because it is" he smirked.

I rolled my eyes.

"Wait Matt...can we get one thing straight before we go inside?" I asked.

"Yeah what?" he asked half listening.

"If this isn't a date what is it?"

He ignored me and started walking inside. We waited for a waiter to show us to our table. The room was dark and candle lit, there was a romantic atmosphere.

"Matt" I started again.

He ignored me once more.

"Here you are" a Italian waiter showed us to our table.

The waiter pulled back my chair for me to sit down in "Thanks" I smiled.

"No problem, would you like me to take your coat Madame?" the kind waiter asked in his Italian accent.

"Oh yes thank you" I handed him my coat.

"Matt can I please ask you..."

"Waiter, waiter" Matt clicked his finger obviously trying to avoid my question.

A new waiter drew near.

"Can we order drinks" Matt questioned.

The waiter nodded.

"In which case I want a coke, what about you?" he asked me avoiding making eye contact.

"Water" I said grimly.

The waiter jotted something down and waddled off to get our drinks.

I decided to drop the question.