HOW SHE PICKS THE WRONG WORDS FOR THE RIGHT MAN.
If there was one thing Phantasy wouldn't believe then it was going on a date with Nicholas Fretakis to be so quick. She glanced at the man from across the table and a blush covered her cheeks. As she remembered the night she invaded the man, she felt like melting into the chair. The bravery she had that night, she did not think she could ever have that kind of bravery again.
Nicholas glanced up from his food and asks the wandering mind of human across him. "Something on your mind little blue?" he picked his glass of wine and slowly twirled it as he waited for her reply.
Phantasy shifted in her seat and dropped the fork that already seemed to have frozen on her hand as her mind wandered to where ever. "Can you not call me names? You know my real name."
A light chuckle left his lips as he sipped his wine. Dropping the glass, he took a breath and cut a piece of his meat then watched her expression as he chewed it. The annoying expression seemed funny to him.