I wake up the next morning with Shawn next to me in bed. This staying over has to stop. The butterflies I felt yesterday scared me, I've never felt those before. What do they mean? I like him, sure, I really do, but do they mean something more?

I sneak out of bed, letting Shawn sleep. It's early in the morning and still dark outside. My date with Shawn is later today and I'm really looking forward to it. It's almost February but the temperature is still very low. You can expect these things in the Netherlands.

I change into my work clothes and go to the bathroom to straighten my hair. When I look in the mirror, I feel different, it's like I'm staring into someone else's eyes, and I'm glowing. What the fuck! What the fuck happened to me yesterday?

I angrily walk back to my bedroom, waking Shawn. When he looks at me he smiles and it immediately softens my heart. Just not enough to make my anger disappear.

'What the fuck did you do to me yesterday?' I ask him with an angry glare.

'I thought you knew, but I can tell you if you want.' He looks confused.' I used my tongue on your--'

'I know that!' He's even more confused now. 'You did something...' I touch my face. 'I'm glowing!' I throw my hands in the air.

'You always glow.' He says, still confused.

I groan out of frustration and walk out of my bedroom again. Just forget it Elizabeth, you're acting crazy, only because of those butterflies. I take a sip of my tea and try to relax.

A couple of minutes I say Shawn goodbye and leave for work. On my way to work Bakker flashes through my mind, I completely forgot about him. I see a man selling roses on the side of the street, and it reminds me of my first date with Shawn.

Flashback

I walk home from work to get ready for my date with Shawn. I need to be in Amsterdam within an hour and I still need to change and drive there. I think I'm going to be late for the first time in my life.

Bakker was giving me case after case, and I was so caught up in them that I forgot the time.

'Evening Sam.' I say rushing to the elevator.

'Good evening Elizabeth.' He says with a big smile. Why the fuck is he smiling?!

I rush upstairs and open the door of my apartment, all the lights are off. I remember letting some of them on before leaving. I turn on the flashlight of my phone looking around the hall. Did someone break in?

The whole floor is covered in red rose petals. There is a dimmed light coming from the living room and I walk to it slowly. When I look around, I see that the kitchen floor and the whole living room are covered in red rose petals, even the floor of my bedroom. Did Shawn really do this for our first date?

'Hello?' I say walking into the living room.

Candle lights are burning everywhere around the living room, the kitchen island is covered in them. I see a tall man standing in front of the window, he's looking outside at the buildings surrounding us. I only see his silhouette but I know that it's Shawn. Is he wearing a suit?! I try to focus on his body. Yes! Oh my god! He's wearing a suit! It's a dark red suit and it fits him perfectly.

When he turns around he has a big smile on his face. I smile back at him, but then I see the flowers he's holding. He's holding a big bouquet of dark blue roses. Damn, they're beautiful.

I walk to Shawn wrapping my arms around him, kissing him on his lips. "He's so handsome!" I think when I look at his face again.

'Why did you do all of this for me? We could've just gone to a normal restaurant. Not that I don't like it, I really do. I love it! But you put so much effort in it and I really don't want you to think I'm ungrateful or anything, but isn't--' Shawn puts his finger on my lips, to stop my rambling.

'You're not someone I want to take on a date to a boring restaurant like all the other billion guys in this world do. You're special, so you deserve a special date.' Shawn says.

I smile from his words. I smile so big that my jaws start to hurt, I've never been this happy in my life. Do I have a crappy life? I should smile more often, maybe that's the only change I need to make.

'Thank you so much.' I kiss him again.

'A hundred blue roses for one special woman.' He says while handing me the roses.

I still smile when I take the bouquet from his hands. It's so big I can't even hold it normally, I almost fall two times while bringing them to the kitchen. I put them in the sink, I decide I'm going to put them in a vase later today.

I return to the living room in my black suit and Shawn looks at me. He grabs his phone after a couple of seconds, turning on a slow song.

I hear the music coming from every corner of my home. I've had those surround sound speakers since I came to live here, but I always thought they were broken. I never even bothered looking at them ever again after they didn't work the first time.

Or they were broken and Shawn called someone to fix them, or he's just smarter than me and did it himself.

'Dance with me.' Shawn says.

'I can't dance to this music.' I say.

'Just follow my lead.' He says.

Shawn wraps his arm around my waist, his hand resting on the small of my back, while he takes my other hand in his. I put my hand on his shoulder.

I've seen some movies where they dance like this. Shawn pulls my body even closer against his and I rest my head on his shoulder, listening to his breathing and the slow rhythm of the music.

'How was your day?' He asks.

'It was normal I guess, just work. Bakker kept handing me cases I needed to go through for him, that's why I was going to be late if our date really was in Amsterdam.' I tell him.

'Weird...' Shawn says. I look at him.

'What's weird?'

'I called Bakker today, well, my assistant did. Bakker told him, he'll let you leave earlier. "So you could relax".' Shawn tells me.

'He probably didn't do it on purpose.' I defend Bakker.

'He did do it on purpose, but I don't want to talk about Bakker on our first date.' Shawn says.

He's right. I don't want to talk about Bakker either, I just want to enjoy my evening with Shawn.

When the dance is over he takes me to the dinner table. The sides of the dinner table are also covered in rose petals. A scenario flashes through my head when Shawn sits down across the table. What if the candles fall onto the table and the petals catch fire? My whole apartment, no, the whole building would go down in flames. Jesus, why am I thinking about this?

'What are we going to eat?' I ask looking at the covered plate with a big smile. I look like a child.

'Fish and chips.' He answers. 'From Scotland.'

I remove the shiny silver thing that covers my plate. I smell the familiar smell from home. It smells exactly the same as the fish and chips I always used to eat with Zayneb. I miss her so much.

'Fuck off!' I smile. 'How did you get these?' I ask with the biggest smile ever.

'I got the chef from the snack bar you always went to on a plane, and he got here this afternoon.' He smiles softly. 'I know you liked my fish and chips, but I know it's not the same.'

'Thank you so much... It's kind of creepy that you found the fucking chef, but I appreciate it, I really do.' I look at my food, in love.

We chat about a lot of things, I ask him about his day and he asks about mine again. It's true what he said, I'm actually getting to know him better. I didn't know dates did these kinds of things.

In the movies, everyone is always in love, and it's all so rosy. But in real life it's the opposite, I like his company, but I'm not in love with him. I don't even know if I can fall in love with someone.

There are two reasons why I don't believe in love. First: I've never fallen in love before, so I don't know how it feels. Second: I never watch the ending of a movie, so I never see the "Happy Ever After".

The date is over and Shawn kisses me a few times before leaving. I suddenly think of something.

'And who the fuck is going to clean my apartment?!' I yell when he walks to the elevator.

I hear him laugh.

'A cleaning crew will be here in twenty minutes.' He says.

He really does think about everything...

I close the door of my apartment and sit down on the couch. Well, tonight was just fucking amazing.

Present day

I almost get hit by a bike, because I'm still staring at the guy selling the roses. Yeah, that date was the best day of my life. Wow, that's fucking pathetic.

'Hello?' I say when I pick up on Lucifer.

'Liz! I need you to dance with me!' He yells. Is he fucking kidding me?

'Dance with you? Why the fuck would I do that?' I ask him.

'As you know I've been doing nice things for my students, and one of them asked me to dance at his party with someone. You're the only one I know who can dance.'

'First things first. When? What song? What kind of dancing? How old is he? And why the fuck would you dance for a student?!' I say rushing to work.

'On a Saturday, don't worry. You don't have to take a day off. Michael Jackson, Blood on the dance floor. Just like him, it's easy. He's seventeen. I gave everyone in my class a "favour card" and I would do anything they ask, if not too crazy of course.' Lucifer tells me.

'Oooh! And you really think that dancing at a seventeen-year-old party with your sister is nothing too crazy?' I laugh.

'Come on Liz! You know you performed that song on stage before, back in dance school. You know the choreography, and you love dancing! Oh, and don't forget I'm keeping your secret from dad.' He adds, blackmailing me.

'Okay fine! Fuck! Blackmailing bitch. We need to practice a lot before we go. When is it?'

'Next Saturday...' He whispers.

'Oh piss off Luci!' I wait for him to say something. 'Are you serious?' I ask.

'Yes. Ok, thanks sis. Love you. I need to go.' He says before hanging up the phone.

I groan when I walk through the doors of my office. That performance was six fucking years ago! How am I supposed to know the choreography?

YouTube! Oh my god, sometimes I'm just so fucking thankful for YouTube, we'll just learn it from one of the videos on there.

Bakker is nowhere to be found at the office. I'm glad he decided not to show up today.

I start thinking about the date Shawn has planned for us this evening. I wonder what we're going to do on his roof? I try to focus when I look into some information about a case, but I just can't get Shawn out of my head.

I think of yesterday, I imagine Shawn's face between my legs again, the way he laughs, the way he looks, the way he is, I like every damn thing.

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