Teka sashayed into high-end restaurant, her Gucci heels clacking against the hardwood floors. Her bright blue eyes flicking across the array of candle-lit tables as she tried to find her date. She glanced down to her phone to inspect the photo her friend had sent her. Cute, she thought. But even cuter if they’re loaded. She had been told they owned a Porsche, so those were credentials enough.

“Excuse me, ma’am, are you Teka?” A waitress in a pristine suit and waist apron walked up to her with a friendly smile.

“That’s me, yes.” Teka put her phone back into her Chanel purse and flipped her lava-like hair behind her shoulder, staring down at the waitress with her piercing irises. No surprise, given that she was almost six foot.

“Ah, come with me then. Your date has been waiting for you.” The waitress clasped her hands together and gestured for Teka to follow her as she walked.

Teka raised an eyebrow as she was led upstairs. She didn’t even know this restaurant had a second floor. The waitress opened the door, which led her to a large, opulent room. Mahogany floors with a large and intricate chandelier hanging over head, which gave the room some dim and intimate lighting. A quite large hardwood table sat smack-bang in the middle with a crisp, white tablecloth and several plates, alongside utensils presented neatly. Teka was gobsmacked. No trashy ex boyfriend had ever gone to these lengths for her.

She looked up as she saw her date walk towards her, dressed to the nines — much like her.

“So… you did all this, hm?” She crossed her arms under her chest, cocking her hip to the side slightly. She was suppressing the urge to giggle at the fact that all this extravagancy was for her.