Night Out

Sampson made it to the bar about 20 minutes ahead of schedule and the private room was not yet ready for him. So he sat at the adjoining restaurants bar and orders two finders of their best whiskey. The young bartender didn't blink twice and poured the expensive liquor. Everyone knew that the Dancing Rose Restaurant not only served the general public but had private rooms that often hosted the most elite of the city. The Restaurants bar was pushed to the side and as Sampson looked into the mirrors behind the wall of glassware and liquors he could watch the diners here.

He quickly found one table that made his stern lips twitch with amusement. Just two tables behind him sat a tall woman with a blond bob streaked with pastel blues and greens and two very young and interesting children. The boy looked to be about five maybe six and his hands never stopped moving as he continued talking to both the woman and the young girl bit his voice didn't raise to a level that made the other diners unable to enjoy their own meals. In fact as he looked he saw a couple nearby them also watching and listening to the boys story. On the other side of the woman was the little girl who calmly colored on a notebook with her crayons. The little girl concentrated with her colors looking up from time to time. And she had the cutest habit of sticking her youngest out just a hair as she focused on something on the pages before her. Her light brown hair kept falling into her face until she turned to the woman and pointed saying something quietly that had the woman smiling and nodding. Then even as they sat in the restaurant the woman took the girls hair and quickly braided it back earning a beaming smile for the little girl.

He watched them a bit longer before his gaze drifted across the rest of the room. People were served beautiful dishes of food that made his stomach rumble in envy. But he told himself he would just wait until Aiden got here and they could have food along with drinks in their private room. He flagged that bartender down and got a glass of water to also drink along with his alcohol. His grandmother had always told him that the nest way to avoid a hangover besides not drinking was to make sure you drank water along with your whiskey.

As the hostess came to fetch him to the room now that it was ready Sampson was about to stand and go when he felt a shy tug at his shirt sleeve. He turned and saw no one, that was until he looked downwards. It turned out there before him were both of the adorable children that he had been observing before. It looked as though the little girl had been the one to tug on his sleeve as she still had her tiny hand out stretched her pale blue eyes staring back almost in awe into his. Her brother stood beside her hand crossed as if he really hadn't wanted to come over. His hair was a reddish brown and his own blue eyes were darker and seemed more grounded then the starstruck eyes of his sister. He couldn't help but speak softly as he spoke to them, "Can I help you two with something?"

"No," the boy quickly answered raising his eyebrow almost suspiciously. "Why would we need help from a strange man we don't even know?" Sampson blinked and scratched his head awkwardly. Had he said something wrong? Perhaps he needed to spend some more time around kids. The boys sighed heavily and then nudged his sister forward. "Reg has something for you." It was then that Sampson saw the paper clutched in the little girls one hand.

With her brothers urging she held the paper out to him and he gently took it was a small nod and a polite thank you. When he looked down he did not see a scribbled mess like he had expected, but a very well done silhouette of him at the bar a drink in his hands. He blinked and saw that at the bottom she had even scribbled out her name.

He met her bright eyes and saw the shy smile. "Thank you, I like this very much. It very well done little artist." This made the girl giggle and blush happily and she grabbed her brothers hand in excitement.

Sampson was about to ask where their mom was since he didn't immediately see the woman with the blond bob. When the boy tried to shake off his sister and said. "I don't know why you even like this guy. Hes so cold."

"Yes!" The little girl agreed excitedly speaking with a very melodic voice. "He's like the cold Prince in Mommy stories. I like him!" She smiled at him sweetly and he really didn't know how to respond.

When he cleared his throat about to say something to the kids he heard a woman's voice from behind him. It sounded like honey dropping off a fresh comb, thick and slow but so sweet. "Who are you? And what are you doing to my children?"

He turned and gazed into a pair of bright green eyes that looked fierce and protective. "I'm Your Prince." He found himself saying his heart beating faster in unexplained excitement.