There was a small round table in the middle of this very large luxurious room with long black drapes and dim lights.
The table had just two glasses and a bottle of champagne.
"I don't understand", I mumbled.
He shrugged and walked into the room.
"What exactly don't you understand?", he asked opening the bottle.
"Why would you want us to go on a date?", I asked calmly.
He sighed, "Lexy believe it or not, we're stuck with each other for a very very long time and we really have to get to know each other".
I frowned, "And I'm supposed to believe this isn't another scope for you to pretend to be nice but plan something else instead?", I asked.
He didn't respond, he sat down and popped the champagne and poured the wine into both cups.
"I believe if we get to understand each other better
