Vincent's POV

"Wait", she said, pulling her bag on her lap."I gotta change out of this outfit, do you mind?", she asked. "No you can change, I'll get out of the car to give you some privacy.", I said, getting out of the car and closing the door behind me. I'm a gentleman, I'm not like other men. While she changed, I decided to keep myself busy, by taking a short walk. I can't believe she's with me, well not like that. I want that to happen, though. After a short stroll, I walked back to the car, seeing Roselina sitting on the trunk. "Where were you?", she asked. "I just took a walk while you changed.", I said. She was now wearing a black-gray sleeved shirt, black shorts, and she was wearing her black combat boots. Her model-like legs somehow attracted me. "Well thanks, for giving me at least a little bit of alone time.", she said. "Well, should we go?", I asked. "Yeah, let's go", she answered, getting off the trunk and entering the car. I smiled a little, before I made my way to the driver seat. She was an angel, but soon this angel will be nothing more than a dead body. I know, how could I? Well, did you really think her good looks and her good body was going to distract me from my mission? Nope, it was not. I had to get vengeance on Freddy and Bon's enemies. Even if I did have "feelings" for Roselina or not, "love" was never going to get to me. I'm going to pretend to care for her, and when she falls for it, I will strike. Dear reader, vengeance is never fair and it never goes well, but it feels so sweet!

Roselina's POV

We went to a small Italian restaurant. It was what anyone would call "romantic". To me, I guess it was decent. I wasn't a big fan of real vines across the patio walls, small glass candles on each table, soft violin music playing, and red roses growing in the bushes of the outside patio. To me I think this Vincent guy was trying too hard. We sat at one of the tables, looking out at the night beauty of Nevada. I love this place. So many people always talk about moving to New York, Paris, Los Angeles, etc., but no one ever talks about Nevada. Unless, if it's Las Vegas. "Hello, I'm Jessica, I'll be you're waiter tonight.", our waiter said, coldly. I look up at my mortal enemy. Her cold blue eyes shooting daggers at me. She's still mad that I pushed her, making her fall flat on her face. Well you shouldn't have worn high heels slut! I glared at her back. She ignored me and looked at Vincent, she smiled seductively at him and leaned in, trying to show her cleavage. "So how does a hot guy like you, get a girl like that?", Jessica asked, wrapping her arms around Vincent's neck. He unwrapped her arms and pushed her roughly. She looked shock, but she simply scoffed and walked away. "You know what Roselina? Lets get out if here. I sure don't want to eat here, if the service is going to seduce us!", Vincent yelled the last part, attracting the attention of what looks like the boss. The boss called Jessica's name and signaled her to come over to him. She is so getting fired! We didn't stay long to watch the fireworks, because Vincent grabbed my hand and we rushed out of the restaurant. My first instinct was to yank my hand out of his grasp, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Why couldn't I? Whatever it was, I didn't fight it. We were still holding hands until we got back to the car. By then, we let go. A part of me was thinking finally!, but another part was thinking I wish we were still holding hands a little longer?