Dancing with the Devil // Jim Moriarty

•Chapter 9: Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf•

"Jim Moriarty is taking me on a date?"

To say I was surprised would have been an understatement. Jim Moriarty simply didn't appear like the guy who would take you to an ordinary restaurant to have a nice evening. Then again, he didn't seem like someone who likes cuddling and cooking either, yet he had done both of it with me as well. 

Sebastian nodded and motioned for me to enter the building. "I hope you enjoy the evening. See you tomorrow." With that, he abandoned me and drove off with his Mercedes again. Traitor.

Shaking myself out of it, I forced my feet to move forwards, walking up the few steps into the restaurant. We were somewhere in a more quiet part of London, with no skyscrapers nearby. From the outside, the restaurant looked similar to Baker Street 221 and Speedy's. However, once I opened the door, I was instantly welcomed by warm wood tones and more plants than I had ever seen in one room. Despite the fact that there were no guests seated at the few small tables inside, a single red candle was lit on each one, bathing the tiny restaurant in a cozy atmosphere. 

Then, at the table in the furthest corner, I saw Moriarty patiently sitting in a chair, his pair of warm brown eyes focused on me. As usual, he was wearing one of his fancy suits, a dark blue one again. He showed no expression, so I was unable to decipher whether he was mad at me or not. I had to go in and expect the worst. 

I shrugged off my coat once I had reached the table and put it on the back of my chair. Even as I smiled sheepishly at him and sat down, he remained expressionless, simply watching me with a blank stare. 

Just as I was about to open my mouth, he beat me to it. "No need to apologize, darling. I think you've suffered enough to have learned your lesson. I did enjoy your little show, though. Poor Leon won't have a suit to wear for work tomorrow. Well, not like he has to worry about that again anyways."

Confused, I furrowed my eyebrows and tugged a strand of hair behind my ear. "What are you talking about?"

Moriarty smiled for the first time that evening and it was a smug one. "Why, he was just fired of course. Apparently, someone found the tapes of him stealing money. Can you imagine that?"

Of course. Should have seen that one coming. "One part of me wants to scold you but the bigger part wants to thank you because he deserves it. So, thank you, Jim."

A dangerous gleam flashed through his eyes as he leaned his elbow on the table, supporting his head with the palm of his hand. "I like it when you call me that, darling. So much more intimidate than Moriarty, don't you agree?"

As the tension loosened, I found myself relaxing instantly, my fingers mindlessly tapping against the wooden table. "I think I've come to prefer it as well. So, what's the occasion?" Taking a couple of seconds to look around and soak in the cozy atmosphere, I look a deep breath to inhale the various spices lingering in the air. It smelled exactly like the kitchen back in Switzerland would whenever my mum cooked for me. 

Jim tilted his head, eyes never leaving my face. He watched me carefully as I took in every detail of the restaurant. "A little bird told me you're half Korean, so I thought this was the perfect place to have dinner. I don't think I've ever tried Korean food before either."

That was weirdly considerate of him. "Even though I've never actually been to Korea and my father didn't want me to learn the language, my mother always made sure to keep the culture alive in our household. I loved her cooking more than anything."

"Would you like to visit your mother's home country one day?" He asked, eyeing me with raised eyebrows, the smile still present on his lips. 

"Are you offering to take me there? Cause I don't like traveling alone."