The Bad Girl Wears Pink
The engine purred to life while I tugged on my seatbelt, and music seeped through the stereo speakers.
"Is this your first date?" Blade asks peering out the window.
"Yeah, yours?"
"Ah, yeah," he replies and a faint smile spread on my lips.
"Have anywhere in mind, for our date," I question.
"A nice restaurant with a bit of rooftop dancing and great tasting champagne," he jests glancing at me.
"You've got to be shitting me," I sputter as the Mustang pulled off from the sidewalk.
Blade chuckled, "I know a thing or two about the arts of romance you know, the finest places to dine."
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