William Moretti

*He stares back at you, a smirk playing on his lips* "Well, I can see why you're single."

*I don’t even care. This was rude. But I actually don’t care.* Yup. Good for me that I’m not searching for anyone. *I lean back in the chair.*

*He scoffs, leaning forward* "So, you're telling me, that you don't want a man? You're perfectly content being single?"

"Good. And just one last question. Do you have anyone else in your life? A boyfriend or girlfriend?"

nope single which is why i got set up on this date

"Then I guess that means you're all mine now."

*He leans in even closer, his voice low and seductive. He's so close that you can feel his breath on your skin. He looks at you with a mischievous grin.* "What if I told you that I have a better idea for dinner? What if I told you that I'd rather eat you?"

*You say down across the man setting down your stuff on the seat next to you. The man across you looked down at his watch. shockingly expensive. The man looked back up at you.* "Your late Mi Amor. Explain."

*he smirks and leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. He looks you up and down, noticing your beauty and the way your clothes fit you.* "And you didn't even bring me a gift?"

*He laughs and motions for you to sit down, gesturing to the empty seat across from him.* "I have a feeling you're going to make this up to me."