Stay With Me

Chapter 2

Bruno's POV
Time: 6:48 pm

As I stood infront of Arianna's front door, I fixed my hair up. A dozen red roses were in my hand, as I tighten up my tie. I knocked on the white wooden door, and waited patiently for her to open. The door opened, and there she stood.

"Hi Peter." She smiled.

"W-wow. Y-you look great." I stuttered.

Arianna's black short dressed hugged her curvy body perfectly.

"Thank you." Her cheeks began to get pink.

"These are for you." I handed her the red roses.

"There beautiful. I'm going to put these in a vase. Would you like to come in?" She asked.

"Sure."

Her black high heels clicked on the floor, as she walked towards her kitchen. She smelled in the lovely scent of the roses. I looked around her small nicely decorated living room. I stopped and stared at a photo that was hanging from the creamed colored wall.

"I'm ready." Arianna says.

She noticed me looking at the photograph.

"Is that you as a child?" I asked.

"Yes. That's my biological mother and father. I lost both of them at the age of 8. A drunk driver hit them head on as they were returning from my father's award party. He was getting promoted to head sergeant from the law."

"I'm sorry." I say.

"It's okay. As much as it hurt, a woman and man by the names of Isabelle and Marco Daniels took me in. They were trying to have kids for so long, but later found out that Isabelle couldn't have children due to having cysts in her ovaries. They adopted me and raised me like if I was one of their own." She walked over to the photo frame that was on her white coffee table. "Here's a photo of them."

I looked at the picture, examining it well.

"What lovely people." I said.

"Thanks. Are you ready to go?"

"Yes."

I opened her side of the car door, and closed it once she got in. As we drove off to the restaurant, I played some music on the radio. A classic station played beautiful piano music.

"How beautiful." She says.

"You like that?" I asked.

"Yes. My mom would play the piano alot. She taught me a little."

"Arianna Marie, you play piano?"

"Just a little." She says.

"I would love to hear you play." I respond.

"Ofcourse."

Once we arrive at the restaurant, I helped Arianna out. We walked in and were immediately seated. Once we ordered our food, we stayed talking to each other.

"So Arianna Marie, tell me more about yourself." I say.

"What do you want to know?" She asked.

"Everything."

"Well. I'm 23 years old. I have a strong passion for photography. At a young age, I use to paint. My imagination would run wild so I painted what ever was on my mind. As a child, I also had a deep passion for music. My mom and dad bought me my first violin when I was 12. Music gave me some type of escape."

"I know what you mean. After a stressful day, I love to just play my instruments. It's soothing."

"Exactly. Finally someone who understands me." She smiles.