❝She kills without second thought.❞
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Micajah's PoV:
"Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the cor...
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Chapter 28 - "'The' Date." |Part II|
"They serve the best pizzas in town, here." I come to a halt in front of the small building, making Seneca stop as well, since her hand is in mine.
We had played a friendly game of bowling, but we'd gotten bored with it after a while. Well, I'd gotten bored since Seneca kept on winning and...well, she'd taken a look at my pouting face and had agreed to do something else.
Here we are, in front of Cal's Diner.
"It's too crowded. Let's go somewhere else." Seneca pulls at my hand, walking forward.
I tug her back, making her jerk in surprise and spin around. I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her close, making her crash against my chest. Her arms are trapped between us, caged in my arms.
"I love the pepperoni pizza here. Please?" I pout, jutting my lower lip out.
She sighs. "Like I can say no to that..." She mutters under her breath. I grin. "Okay..."
"Yes!" I lean forward and peck her cheek, then turn around, walking in the direction of the door. Instead of letting the arm around her waist drop, I take advantage of that position, and let the arm remain there.
I wait for her to comment on it.
She doesn't.
I grin as I push the glass door open, entering the always-crowded diner. The strong, extremely appetizing and mouthwatering scent of pizza is redolent in the air, and I take a deep breath, feeling my tastebuds wake up and jump around in excitement inside my mouth.
The 90s style diner has hardwood flooring and cream colored walls with pictures of pans and spoons and forks painted across them. I drag Seneca to an empty booth in the very last, happy to have found it, because this place is almost always full.
"Amazing, isn't it?" I ask, once we sit down on our respective chairs, across each other.
Seneca looks around the place, her eyes sharp and cautious as she scans her surroundings. Her back is straight as usual and her arms are two rigid poles resting on the corner of the circular table. She looks so out of place with her stiff posture, and guarded eyes, I shake my head in amusement.
"Calm down, Seneca. No one knows us here."
Seneca turns to meet my eyes. She holds my gaze for a few seconds, unreadable emotions flashing in the depths of those celestial silver orbs. She then nods.
Seems like she doesn't like it here after all.
"Just give it a chance?" I ask hopefully, smiling at her.
