Suave French Guy (Delilah)

[Delilah A. Black]

Delilah picked her fork and tossed it at him. "What did I tell you about using my credit card?!"Sighing and sitting back in her seat, she smiled at him pensively, despite the theft of her money....again. She listened to his explanation and nodded. She knew how it felt to have someone you care about and so many others attached to them, but none of them seem to want to care or help. She was the daughter of a rich family after all; she'd seen it all as far as cliche's go.

"Of course I'll go: You really didn't need to ask....or take my money again," she added with a hint of accusation. "I've been meaning to meet your parents anyway."

[Rem]

"What did I tell you about using my credit card?!"

Rem deftly caught the utensil before it could do any injury, and smiled apologetically to his girlfriend.

"Don't...do it...?"

"Of course I'll go: You really didn't need to ask....or take my money again! I've been meaning to meet your parents anyway."

He reached forward and placed a hand on hers, appreciatively.

"Thanks, babe..."

He let the moment pass in relative silence but then perked up again, suddenly rising to his feet and offering his hand for Delilah to do the same.

"C'mon, the meal's been paid for already -no, not with your money- I've got a full night planned for you, Miss Black, and this stuffy restaurant was just the first stop~"