Steven Grant's life is anything but extraordinary. He wakes up in his flat, feeds his fish, and then heads to work at a museum gift shop. He leaves his mum voicemails everyday, but doesn't seem to ever hear back, aside from postcards. His sleeping h...
" And finally, this is the last dig we go on together."
Baahir let's out a laugh, a laugh on the verge of pity.
" We will see about that," He says, " Let me take you to dinner. To celebrate."
" Baahir..."
" I reassure you, my intentions are strictly professional. So... what do you say?"
She sighs, dropping her head as she pinches the bridge of her nose with her finger.
" Alright."
" Good. I'll pick you up tonight. And, dress nice. See you soon, habibati."
The phone call ends, and Cleo both internally and externally groans, almost regretting her decision. But, she does listen to his words. She gets ready for their dinner and puts on a dress with heels. She brushes through her hair and applies some light makeup. Moments later, there's a knock on her door. She grabs her coat and her purse, and then answers the door to be met with Baahir. His eyes travel down her body, then go back up to meet her eyes.
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" Hello, habibati," He says, then leans in to kiss the air beside both of her cheeks, " What's with this coat?" he pulls away and twiddles with the fabric along her collar bone.
" So I won't have to take yours when I get cold," Cleo answers plainly, " Shall we?"
Baahir holds out his arm for her to take. Cleo pauses for a moment, but ends up placing her hand in the crook of his elbow, allowing him to escort her out of the run down building and to a nicer area of London. He takes her to an extravagant restaurant, one where you either have to be on the wait list for months or know somebody important to get it. The host greets Baahir with a smile and instantly leads the two to a table by the window over looking the beautiful London night sky. Cleo takes off her coat, giving Baahir enough time to pull out her chair. She sits down, and he pushes her close to the table. They're given two menus, and Cleo takes her with a thank you.
" Can I get you anything to drink?"
" A water for me," Cleo says, then opens her menu.
" A bottle of your most expensive wine," Baahir says with a smug smirk.
The waiter nods, and then dips away to fetch them their drinks. Cleo gazes at Baahir, looking past her menu with an eyebrow raised.
" Showing off or trying to get me drunk?" She asks.
" Why not both?" He offers.
Cleo rolls her eyes, then brings her attention back to the menu. They remain quiet as they both ponder what it is they want to eat. The waiter soon arrives with their drinks, setting Cleo's water down first, followed by the expensive bottle of red wine.
