It all started with a Conversation|| a dorrell fan fiction
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I fiddleed my fingers waiting in the line of a fairly fancy restaurant, Ethan agreed to meet me here instead of Denny's he felt he needed a more "quieter place to talk"
I looked down at my red dress wondering why I picked such a short dress, and down at my feet wondering why I choose such tall heels
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"I'm looking for Ethan Dolan ?,"I asked and the waitress said nothing directing me to his table
I wiped my sweaty hands on my dress as I approached closer and closer to Ethan's table finally revealing his face as he looked up from the menu
His mouth formed a small o causing me to look down blushing
Despite our fusing, he still respects me and stood up helping me into my seat
I payed attention to the detail, smooth face, slicked hair,perfectly shaped eyes , but bags that was visible only if you squinted Eyes traveling to the black silk material button up that he wore-he knows how I feel about solid color button ups.
black dress pants that fitted perfectly among his slim legs, with shoes I can only guess was new since they're glistening even under the dimed light.
That look, and This scenery gave me a vibe of aItalian mob scene where there's some random lady telling someone information, but on the low and then there's a shoot out and the guy helps the lady escape while shooting back-..you know what I mean ?
I slide in the booth and our eyes met, I gazed long and hard trying to read his expression but I couldn't, so I let my eyes linger else where body language
•Fiddling with fingers, as I did
•wiping his dripping palms on his pants , as I did
• staring at me when I wasn't looking, but as I turn to watch him he looked away far off in the distance, as I did
He's nervous, as I am
"Veronica ," he spoke just above a whisper
"Ethan,"I mumbled just below a whisper
Guilt could be heard all through my voice as I plead with my eyes instead of my words
"Why do you always do this v,"
"I know, I'm sorry," I whispered
"I would never do that to yo-look at me,"he cut himself off lifting my chin up
I looked at him and he looked directly in my eyes
"I wouldn't ever want to do something that would hurt you..understand me,"