Date night..

First-person POV,

"Why did I agree to do this again?" I asked myself out loud looking out the window the same sullen look making its way up my face.

I know they thought they were trying to help me move on, but that was not what I need.

How am I supposed to trust anyone else after what happened, how was I supposed to make me fall for anyone again after what happened.

Yet even though I fucking hate this, I still can't say no, it was the only reason why they would let me stay in a different state and without bodyguards even though I could still see someone always following me everywhere I went.

Letting out a slow breath, I looked out my car window, I was in front of crystals the same place I was meeting my supposed date.

I should go out of my car already, but I had to be prepared, I just need to sit there for 15 minutes and then I'll leave, I told myself before getting out of the car and giving the key to a valet to park and then I went into the large building.

The sight of couples on a date makes me feel a little nauseous, it's sickening to see them all acting like true love really existed when all they were doing was receiving each other.

I received the table number I should meet supposed date which was table number 11, and when I got close, I saw a guy dressed in an Armani suit seated on the table that had a card with the number 11 written on it.

He got up from his seat when he saw me and I'm sure he got my picture so he recognized me and I got his too, but I never bothered to check it.

"Hello, Miss Miranda," he greeted me with his hand extended forward, a hand I only stared at before taking my seat.

"Hi," was all I said after sitting and he also sat back down rubbing the back of his head awkwardly with a small smile.

I kept a flat face while staring at him as he said a few things that I didn't hear because I was busy doing a few calculations on how fast I can get to go see sally even though I booked a later time today because of the ridiculous date.

"Miss," I heard from a far followed by a snap of fingers in front of my eyes, making me raise my eyes to look at him with a slight frown.

"Are you okay?" He asked sounding a little apologetic, and that made me sigh.

"Can we just order?" I asked although I hate to eat in public, I'm quite famished and I needed to eat something because I haven't had anything except for coffee.

"Yeah, of course," he said quickly with an awkward clear of his throat which I ignored and picked the menu from the table and checked what kind of pasta they had as that was what I wanted to eat right now.

"So, what are you having?" He asked trying to sound friendly making me cringe at the feeling of goosebumps rising on my skin.

***

The dinner ended, most of it in a flash and the only thing I knew I did right was to make sure to make the guy know that I was not in for any calls or texts from him and that he shouldn't even bother trying, and now it was time for me to meet Sally.

I was done battling one of the things I despised doing and now I just need to get through another torturing 30 minutes.

The familiar 2 story building came into view and I looked into my rare view mirror to make sure I don't look like I'd been hit with a damn door before getting out of the car.

Deep breaths in and out before I walked over to the entrance door, however, I felt my feet freeze in the same spot I stood at the sight of the person who had just come out of the door I was just about to go through.

I swear I almost forgot how to breathe, this can't be happening, am I beginning to imagine things again? My brain seems to be in a frenzy trying to wake up my senses.

I felt like my whole life was been flashed in front of my eyes as I watched the same eyes that I swore never to meet again, stare back at me and although my sense was screaming at me to move, I couldn't get them to move even an inch...

"This isn't real, Miranda," I said to myself, but that didn't work either, until a voice, no not a voice the same voice I could tell apart even when it's been weaved with millions spoke and that was enough to snap me out of my zoned out state.

"Miss, are you going to go in?"