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There was a small round table in the middle of this very large luxurious room with long black drapes and dim lights.

The table had just two glasses and a bottle of champagne.

"I don't understand", I mumbled.

He shrugged and walked into the room.

"What exactly don't you understand?", he asked opening the bottle.

"Why would you want us to go on a date?", I asked calmly.

He sighed, "Lexy believe it or not, we're stuck with each other for a very very long time and we really have to get to know each other".

I frowned, "And I'm supposed to believe this isn't another scope for you to pretend to be nice but plan something else instead?", I asked.

He didn't respond, he sat down and popped the champagne and poured the wine into both cups.

"I believe if we get to under each other better, we'll stop jumping into conclusions in things".

I gave him a long stare and then reluctantly agreed and sat down in front of him.

I took the glass of wine and took a sip.

Tenerife.

"What would you like to have?"