Salem has always been a loner. She doesn't care about anyone but herself and her family...she doesn't want to care. Shes what you could call a cynic of sorts when it comes to romantic relationships but she finds dating fun. She's the Co-Ceo of a pop...
I set the table, and wait for Damien to bring the food. When he sets the plate down I just stare at my plate. As I start to play with my food I sense Damien's disappointing gaze.
"Eat," he commands.
"I'm not hungry," I reply. I know it's a lie I just can't bring myself to eat. He rolls his eyes and gets up to sit next to me
"Salem if you don't eat I will feed your food to you, and I don't think you want to go through that type of embarrassment."
I roll my eyes at him and turn away, and Damien sighs.
"You know seeing you like this scares me Salem, I'm trying to cheer you up but it seems like nothing works, can you just eat for me...please?" He pleads.
I begin to tear up, but I end up eating everything on the plate. I do it because I hate seeing Damien scared. It pains me to know that he thinks he might lose me. I mean I can't blame him though because there have been times worse than this. Damien wraps his arms around my shoulders and finishes eating.
After he's done he turns on Howls Moving Castle which is my favorite comfort movie and he knows this. When the movie is over Damien starts to make a bed on the floor out of blankets and pillows.
I look over at him confused. "I thought you were making a makeshift bed in my room?"
"Oh, I thought you wanted to be alone," He replies after grabbing his blankets and pillows.
"I mean I do, but I would feel safer if you slept in my room." I smile at him and head toward my room.
As I get into bed, and Damien lays on the floor we talk ourselves to sleep reminiscing our childhood memories and talking about our Freshman years of college.
End of flashback
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Damien ended up picking me up around 11 which I was okay with because I was ready by 10. When I hop in his car he's listening to some type of Italian rap.
I look over at him. "So where are we headed kind, sir." I ask with the worst British accent I could muster.
"First of all don't ever do that again, secondly it's a surprise just know today we're doing all the things you love," he says while driving off.
We've been driving for at least 30 minutes and Damien still won't tell me where we're going.
"Damien please just give me a teeny tiny hint," I ask for the 1000th time.
"Fine, we're getting food. I m not telling you where. Boba is a maybe, it depends on if you keep bothering me. There are a couple of places I want to take you that I can't disclose. And tonight you're going to be blown away." He says with a smirk.
"You're not going to kill me arent you? I knew you were a part of something, I should've known from your accent Mr. Mafia, man."
He scoffs and side-eys me."Salem shut up you sound stupid, how would I even have a connection to the mafia? Shut up and just ride."
