@PrettyLittlePyro
"Amen to that." He shook his head in annoyance and opened the door for her, eying her heels. "You sure you can walk in those?"
"Amen to that." He shook his head in annoyance and opened the door for her, eying her heels. "You sure you can walk in those?"
"Dude, I've been wearing these since 5th grade." She said walking gracefully over to him. She wasn't lying, but these were completely different then what she normally wore. These were much taller, and not as sturdy as some of the other ones she had worn. "I'll be fine."
"If you say so." He sounded unconvinced, eyeing them suspiciously, then shrugged. Oh well.
"Lead the way, before I decide to call her and cancel, totally ruining our whole operation." She muttered the last part under her breath, watching him carefully.
He rolled his eyes, opening the door for her and holding it open. He gave a mock bow. "Ladies first."
She shook her head, resisting the want to role her eyes. "Thanks." She mumbled walking out.
He led her out the door and down the hall. The elevator was empty of people, thankfully, and Arsen leaned against the shiny, reflective walls of the thing, staring into space. When it stopped, he led her to the car he had bought, a beautiful one that looked expensive, but mostly blended in. Mostly.
She clicked her tongue, attempting to look unimpressed by the car. "It's nice." She replied simply, in a monotone voice. "Is there a driver?"
"Me." He smirked slighly at her. "Come on. Tell me the name of the place again?"
"Oh god we're going to die." She frowned opening her door and getting in. "It's called the Ice House. It's suppose to be the top trendiest place when it comes to dining, all the hot celebs go when they're in town."
He shrugged. "I'm offended at the lack of faith you have in me." He opened the drivers door and climbed in. He googled the place and gave a mock sigh. "A whole twenty minutes away? Criminal."
"You mean I have to spend forty minutes in a car with you?" She asked with a frown. "Yippe, can't wait."
He rolled his eyes. "Aw. I'm sure you'll survive. If not, well, it won't be the end of the world."
"Do you know how contradictory that sounds?" She asked sounding rather annoyed.
"Nope. Nor do I care." He flashed a grin, starting the car and pulling from the hotel parking lot.
Joanna turned to look out the window and sighed. 'This is going to be the longest twenty minutes of my life.'
He grinned to himself and merged into the traffic. There were so many cars around, and he hated it, but he didn't show it.
After being bored, she looked over to him and raised a brow. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing," he hummed, hiding a saticfied smile.
"Nuh uh, I'm not playing this game with you. What is it?" She asked more demanding now.
"Why does it matter?"
"Because you're not telling me that's why." She replied just as sternly as before.
"So?" He still didn't look at her. "I don't need to tell you every single tiny detailof my life."
"So, I am not asking every tiny detail of your life, not now anyways." She replied sharply, trying not to say something to trigger her memories.
"But you're asking about something that I clearly don't feel like sharing with you."
"Fine, don't tell me." Joanna replied, feeling the nostalgia coming from times past. "Just keep it to yourself, like you always did."
"You think I would ever tell you?" What had started as an innocent conversation was rapidly becoming dirty.
"You would have, I thought at least. Maybe when we were friends." She hissed, avoiding looking at him.
"We were friends?" He snarled. "Why would I ever be friends with scum like you?"
Her heart dropped. He didn't even remember? "You seriously don't remember? None of it? Was it all nothing? All those years we spent, and you just erased them from your memories?" She asked clearly offended.
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