A date. A simple date.

That's what Elle told herself when she thought about tonight. You met some days ago, at Henry's, JJ's son, birthday party. JJ, played matchmaker because she thought you two complimented eachother quite well.

You started talking through messages, and you asked to see her again. On a date this time.

At Dorsia.

And Elle said yes. Because, first of all, she was interested. But also, second of all, because a predatory unsub, targetting teenage girls often eat there Saturday nights to find victims and attack them when they leave.

So it was one rock two hits.

She calculated everything.

Except.... One thing, that she didn't knew... It was the fact that you were secretly a serial killer targetting criminals only, and you choose Dorsia to also catch the predator.

Not to bring him to justice. But on your table.

You picked her up at her appartement, complimenting her appearance without a single mention of her curves. You took her to Dorsia, letting her lace her arm around yours. You took off her coat, made her sit and paid for everything.

Her eyes (and sometimes yours) kept drifted towards the unsub, who seemed to find a pretty blond, during the date.

But despite it... She couldn't help herself.

She find you perfect.