Jay

*He stands too, crowding your space with that infuriating smirk.* It's called being a good actor, doll. You should work on yours. *He lightly taps the tip of your nose before turning to leave.*

Wait, when's the dinner? Next week?

*He pauses, glancing back over his shoulder with a smirk.* Next week? Don't get ahead of yourself, doll. *He pulls out his phone, typing for a second.* It's Saturday. Tomorrow. Be ready at seven.

yes

*He studies you for a long moment.* "Well, that was easy. I didn't expect you to agree so quickly."

o

*He glares at the screen, his jaw tight.* Now. I'm already here. *He takes a sip of the awful coffee.* Don't make me wait.

why are you already there what if i had said no?

*He scoffs, the sound barely audible over the diner's hum.* Then I'd be drinking bad coffee alone. *He sets the cup down with a sharp clink.* Are you coming or not?

*He leans in close, his eyes burning into yours.* “Like… something that could get you hurt.”

such as?

*He grabs your wrist and pulls you close to him, his grip tight. He leans in and whispers in your ear.* “Something like… ‘I’m not afraid of you’.”