Connor held the door open for me, and I was surprised as I slid into the passenger seat. It was heated up so my bum was roasty toasty. There was a familiar song playing softly, but I couldn't remember the name of it. It was soft and soothing; just the right thing for such a stressful day. The car seemed quiet. I didn't know what to say. I was actually nervous.

"That is an amazing dress," Connor said softly.

"Thank you," I blushed.

"I don't think I've ever seen a black dress look so amazing before," he reached over running his hand up and down my bare back.

"You don't look so bad yourself. You look amazing in blue; it really brings out your eyes."

"Mm hmm," he smiled.

"Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise."

"Oh come on," I begged.

"Nope, not telling you."

I sat there pouting, hoping that would change his mind, but it didn't. He was stubborn. I sat there staring out the window watching as the darkness of the suburbs changed to the bright lights of the city. Well, as bright as Pittsburgh got. At the light he made a right down Carson Street instead of going across the West End Bridge.

"Station Square?"

"Nope," he smiled, "Put this on."

I took a black blind fold off him, "Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Okay," I slid it over my head and sat there.

It felt weird sitting there blind. I tried telling where we were, but that wasn't happening. I was lost.

"So, do you know where you are?"

"I have no idea," I laughed.

"Good. We'll be there in about five minutes as long as there isn't a lot of traffic."

"It is Saturday."

"I know. It's a good thing I made reservations."

"Oh, fancy enough for reservations eh?"

"You know it," he grabbed my hand and squeezed.

"I'm excited."

"I know. Your palms are sweaty."

I snagged my hand away and wiped it on my dress.

"Don't worry, I'm excited too."

"You are?" I turned my blind folded head towards him with a big smile.

"Of course. It's our first real date."

"I guess it is."

A few short minutes later the BMW was coming to a stop. I sat there waiting. I wasn't sure if I should take the blind fold off or not. My answer came when my door was opened, and I felt Connor's warm, soft hand take mine in his. He helped me onto the curb and took the blind fold off.

"Overture?"

"Ever been here?" he asked.

"No, but I've heard amazing things about it!"

"Well, I got us the best table in the house."

"I don't know how you do it."

I took his arm and we went in. The hostess was tall, blonde, and gorgeous. She eyed up Connor and then gave me the stink eye. Apparently one person did not think I was his equivalent. She was probably right. I felt amazing, but did I really match him?

"Do I look okay?" I whispered to Connor.

"You look absolutely amazing."

"Really?"

"Yeah, why?"

"The hostess gave me a dirty look. I thought, maybe I was under dressed or something was wrong with me."

"She's jealous."

"Of what?"

"You," he smiled.

"Oh," I blushed and looked down.

He pulled my seat out for me, and I got a bit of a better look at him in the dim light than I did in the dark car. He had on a tighter sky blue, button down shirt, and black slacks. The shirt brought out his amazing blue eyes, and accentuated his biceps and pectorals perfectly. His shaggy hair looked like he took gel and messed it up. My mouth must have dropped open because he started laughing.

"Sorry," I blushed again.

"I'm the one who should be staring at you like that."

"Oh please, Connor. You look, just wow."

"Hi, I'm Candy, and I'll be your waitress this evening. Can I interest either of you in a drink?"

"I'll do a Pinot Noir. You can choose the brand," he smiled up at the waitress, "You know what, bring us a bottle to split. Does Pinot sound good?"

"Perfect," I said.

"Okay," the waitress said quietly.

She left without even asking for my I.D.

"How do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Get people to do what you want. She didn't even ask for my I.D."

"Love, you don't look under twenty-two."

"Oh, that's good then."

We drank the wine, and nibbled on the bread for a good half hour. I didn't even notice when our entrees arrived. I was so wrapped up in Connor.

"Elysse."

"What?"

"About what happened earlier, are you going to be okay when we do have to fight them?"

"Yeah. I'll be alright. I was scared, but I'll be okay," I swirled my wine around staring at it as it spun around the glass, "What are we going to do about the wolves?"

"Fight them of course."

"We can't kill them. At least none besides the silver one."

"Why?"

"Connor, they're people. Those aren't wolves. They're humans."

"What else can we do?"

"I don't know, but there has to be."

"We'll figure something out."

We ate in silence. I didn't know what to say, both of our minds were on our little problem. I held the fork and poked at my pasta. The little noodles didn't resist my assault. They let me push them around. I stabbed one, and ran it through some sauce, making swirly designs all over the plate. I lifted the doomed noodle to my mouth and quickly bit it off the fork. The creamy, pale red sauce was delicious. I glanced around the room, and couldn't help but notice the waitress and hostess who sat us staring at our table.

No, not the table, at Connor. They were so very brazen!

I sipped at the Pinot and watched the two girls while Connor slowly enjoyed his filet.

"What to try a bite?"

"Of your steak?" I asked.

"Yeah. It's really juicy."

"Sure."

He reached across the table, and as seductively as I could, I ate the hunk of meat. I looked at the girls who seemed to be turning green with envy. I was enjoying tormenting them a little more than I should.

"So any ideas about what to do?"

"It has only been forty-five minutes. No, I have no ideas aside from not killing the other wolves."

"I don't think we can get around it," he said quietly while Candy cleared our plates.

"Connor, I absolutely refuse to kill the others. They're not fairy tales, they are real people."

"They are dangerous. They will kill you, or your mom, if given the opportunity."

I shook my head. We stood and walked to the front of the restaurant, with Candy and the hostess still watching, I grabbed Connor and kissed him as passionately as I possibly could.

I'm not going to kill people. At least not innocent people.