Sorry To Bother You, But (12/5)

 I stared a the house of waffles I'd made. I hated this every time UI made one, I didn't want to destroy the work of art, but I was really hungry.

“I'm sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you'd like to join me,” said a handsome man.

I looked over at his table to see a house of waffles similar to mine, but a little it better.

“I guess I could use some company,” I said standing up. Before I had grabbed my purse he had already scooped up my plate of waffles and set it down across from his own.

I always thought chance meetings, first dates, and things like this were awkward, but this man was completely confident with himself and very attractive.

“I'm Brandon,” he said holding his hand out with a dazzling smile.

“I'm Cecilia,” I said smiling shyly and shaking his outstretched hand.

“What's a pretty girl like you doing here by yourself?” he asked raising an eyebrow.

Usually when a guy asked something like that it was corny and he was obviously trying to be smooth, but Brandon seemed truly curious.

“Because pretty girls should be dependent on men?” I shot at him.

“Of course not, but any man in your life who is letting you be seen in public alone is a fool,”

“Maybe I like to be alone,”

“Yet you accepted my invitation to eat with me,”

“It must be because you're so damn charming,” I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

“Of course. What are your plans for the weekend?”

“I had planned to go scuba diving with some friends because I've always wanted to try it, but too many of them bailed,”

“I could take you,”

“Sure you could,”

“No seriously I have a boat-we can go right now if you like,”

“No it's fine, honestly I'll just go home and read a book or something. I don't know you like that, you don't know me, and I would hate to be a burden to you or anything,” I said looking down at my intertwined fingers.

“We've already established that anyone would be lucky to be in your presence, it's no burden at all and I'm not going to take no for an answer,” he said smiling at me.

“Fine, fine, fine let's go before I change my damn mind,” I said standing up, throwing a twenty on my table and walking outside knowing that Brandon would follow closely behind.

It didn't even occur to me that I had no idea which car was his, or where we were going to go scuba diving at until I'd made it out of the restaurant and completely lost all since of direction. I turned to Brandon with a confused look on my face and he immediately started laughing.

Brandon just smiled and took out his keys, pressing the unlock button. I turned my head towards the chirp. My jaw dropped when I saw the lights to a pearl white Land Rover flash.

“No way that's your car,” I said looking at him and laughing.

He just smirked at me and nodded, walking over to open the passenger door for me to get in.

I climbed into the car looking around at the beige leather interior in awe. Don't get me wrong I wasn't a broke person, but I did work hard for everything I had ever owned and I wasn't accustomed to these luxuries on a daily basis.

I got into the SVU and waited for Brandon to climb in and pull off. The whole time we were driving to our destination I could feel him glancing over at me, and when I finally looked over at him his eyes were on the road as is he hadn't even noticed my presence in the car, but I noticed the hint of a smirk on his face.

When we got to the docks I watched how he drove the car with such ease and a masculinity that was outwardly sexy. He parked and came around to my side, opening the door and offering me his hand to help me out of the car.

I followed him down the row of boats waiting for him to stop at one of them. Finally when we had passed all of the boats I had to say something.

“Brandon, where the hell are we going?!” I said stopping in my tracks.

“Be patient, beautiful,” he said gesturing in front of us where I saw a small object approaching us. I stared hard and as it got closer I realized it was a boat and it wasn't anywhere near small.

It was a yacht, and I wasn't even sure if that was the right word for it. It was clear Brandon wasn't the average kind of man, and I was excited for whatever he had in store for me.