R E I N (Slow Updates)

Date!(10)

Oop-. 

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I'm so ready to have the date with him.  

Her outfit up top ^

I got out of the house and his car was waiting for me. 

"Hi." I tell him when I get in his car I am nervous I play with my hair. 

"Why, so nervous not gonna kidnap you." He says with his deep voice. 

"I'm not." I say lightly tapping my heels at the car floor. 

"Yeah your body could say otherwise sweetheart."Fuck his voice is so deep. 

"You look cute." He tells me. 

"You look decent." I tell him playfully. 

"Stop playing." He tells me getting play mad.

"What, want me to say you look fine please."  

LIES YOU KNOW HE'S FINE!! 

" So what's your job or major in college?"I ask. 

"I had to graduate early so I took my dad's company. The old man had to retire." He says.

"Business man I see you." I hype him up. 

"What is your future job?" He asks while steering the wheels his veins clearing showing like Rein God why am I thinking about him. 

"It's going to be a stripper." I deadpan and he moves his pants. 

"I would pay." He tells me, and looks at me for a second then at the road. 

"No i'm just playing I'm aiming for a brain doctor they get paid a lot and I would like to help people out."I tell him. 

"But what's the secret place we're going to." I ask. 

"Just a club and probably ice cream after, if you're down." He asks. 

"Never say no to an ice cream number on the rule." I tell him. 

He chuckles," Oh yeah?" 

"Of course!" I tell him.

We got to the club and sat down. 

"Aren't you not 21?" He asks. 

I lean in closer to him from my chair. "No one has to know." 

I lean back to my chair and he orders us not a strong drink. 

"What's your type?" I ask. 

"I like a 5'9 tall woman and curly hair that touches their mid back, the body is really attractive and her curves shows, has a really funny humor, and she has really cute dimples, and eyes I could just be lost into." He describes me. 
 

"Hm, I wonder if you can find a person like that." I tell him and let out a small laugh. 

"Do you and that one guy from the gym date?" He asks. 

"No, he's just my friend." I tell him. 

"Sweetheart, the way he was basically throwing daggers at me i don't think so." He tells me. 

"No, trust me he's really sweet he's just protective." I tell him. 

We took a couple of more sips but not to get either drunk. 

"Still offering the ice cream?" I say as we get out of the club. 

"Number one rule always say yes to ice cream." He tells me.