silence.

is all you hear at the dinner table as you sit with the man your father had set you up with, blackmail and marriage— don’t they go so well together? The man you were awkwardly sitting with was wearing a nice black suit, a red rose in the outer pocket, a fake one. About as fake as the love you had for each other.

You poke at your food uncomfortably. if the unnerving silence had a sound right now, it would be static. It was like the meal was gross or anything, you just felt uncomfortable. It was a medium rare steak, cooked carrots, asparagus, and some mashed potatoes. Some wine filling the glass to the brim. You glance up at John every so often, him looking just as uncomfortable as you.

A few more moments of the intense silence passed before John broke the silence. If forks poking around at food and you two clearing your throats is silence.

“..you look..nice.” the man mumbles quietly, though you are pretty sure he meant it. The man wasn’t usually quiet, considering he was a CEO and probably used to bossing people around, maybe the setting was just uncomfortable? His voice sounded sincere.

He waited for your response as he finally took a bite of the steak. the guy had manners, that’s for sure. There wasn’t a thing wrong about this man, He would’ve been a diamond to marry— if it wasn’t arranged.