Blade's eyes sparkle when he sees me enter the local restaurant.
Though his face is swollen and wounded after last night's fight, he still manages to grin broadly. I wish he knew just how ridiculous he looks.
He immediately stands and heads towards me. He takes my hand in his as he escorts me to the table.
"You look perfect, Princess."
Mind you, I'm just in baggy blue jeans matched with a baggy denim jacket and some sneakers. I didn't see the need to glam up because to me, this is not a date. That's why I tossed my hair in a messy bun, did no makeup whatsoever and just picked whatever rags I found.
Blade, on the other hand, is in perfectly ironed pants and a white shirt folded on the sleeves. On his wrist, is an expensive Rolex.
Looks like he's been swimming in good money latel
