Chapter 30
The date was not going well, at all. Blaise picked her up in a ratty looking car which had definitely seen better days – and lots of action, if the stains she could see on the back seats were any indication. There was also a helpful pair of hand prints on the ceiling, in case she hadn’t drawn enough conclusions. When they’d belted up, he turned to her, his puppy-like enthusiasm winning a couple of brownie points, which he then squandered by asking, “where to?”
“Ehm, anywhere,” she supplied, surprised and disappointed. It had been a few years since she’d been on a first date, but surely the where was already arranged, by at least one of them, before hand.
“I was thinking we could just chill out at the Bunker for a while.” Deciding that his bright baby blues staring at he
