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other half hanging down. I wore comfortable, but classy shoes. I figured Isaiah would tell me if I needed to change.
     
    I was looking for a red ninja, but was surprised to see a black car pull up instead. I figured it was for one of the neighbors, but then I saw Isaiah step out looking really good, as usual. He was dressed casually, jeans and a button up shirt, he seemed to really like those, this one was blue. I quickly went to my closet and switched my black pants for dark denim jeans that were tight fitting. I slipped on some green converse, which were my favorite. I was giving myself a look over in the mirror when the bell rang. I looked at the clock and smiled, 5:00 exactly.
     
    I answered the door and the smell of him washed over me. He smelled so good. "Perfect timing," he grinned.
     
    "I had a feeling you would be watching," he held out his hand to me and I realized it held a dozen roses. I was taken back for a moment. Nobody had ever gotten me flowers before, ever. I took and smelled them. I smiled at him.
     
    "Thank you, they're beautiful. Come on in, I'll put them in a vase," I took a step back and let him in. I closed the door behind him and went to my kitchen, pulling out my favorite glass vase. I put water in it, cut the ends of the roses off and put them in. When I was done admiring them I turned to see what Isaiah was doing and realized he was standing behind me, very close.
     
    "You know, those roses have nothing on you," he was so close, I wanted to reach out and pull him to me.
     
    "Are you rethinking the date, Isaiah?" He sighed.
     
    "No. I am wondering though, how does a young woman afford a place such as this without her parents around? How old are you anyway?"
     
    "Eighteen, and are we going to talk about all of this before we even leave my apartment?" He chuckled.
     
    "No, I guess not. If you have a camera, you might want to bring it, I remember you saying you like photography," a new feeling presented itself that I'd never felt when he remembered. I felt… Touched.
     
    "Where are we going?" I said as I went to get my camera, wishing so bad that my new one was here.
     
    "It's a surprise," I walked out with one of my cameras and watched his eyes get wide. "That camera is worth at least a grand!" I laughed at how shocked he looked and snapped a picture of it.
     
    "Wait until you see my next one. I'm well off, the benefits of my grandma kicking the bucket."
     
    "I'll ask later, we need to go or we will miss the sunset," he took my hand, he seemed to like doing that, and we walked to the door. I grabbed my purse and keys and locked the door behind us. He opened the car door for me. I realized then, that I wanted him to be mean to me, to do something wrong and cruel so I could find a reason to hate him personally, because so far he was way too perfect and I could not handle that.
     
    Once he was sure I was in, he shut the door and walked around to his side. He started the car and took off. "Why didn't you bring your ninja?"
     
    "I didn't know if you liked motorcycles, most girls love to look but are too scared to ride," I laughed.
     
    "Not me. I could probably drive it better than you," he raised an eyebrow.
     
    "I doubt it. I race for extra cash sometimes, I'm pretty good," he was anything but modest.
     
    "You should take me sometime, I would like to see that."
     
    "Maybe sometime. It's highly illegal though, if we get caught you can get in some serious trouble," I rolled my eyes.
     
    "I have friends in high places."
     
    "You don't strike me as the type to have friends," he was right about that.
     
    "I guess 'friends' is the wrong word. More like, people who fear me."
     
    "Fear you? Besides your beauty, there is nothing intimidating about you," again he used beautiful in a sense and I was stunned. Would I ever not be shocked by that?
     
    "You don't know me. Plus, you have the advantage of not being on my bad side, yet."
     
    "Yet?"
     
    "I get pissed off easily. Forewarning. I