It wasn’t everyday that you woke up to a call from an old friend’s parents. Confused and slightly intrigued, since the two of you hadn’t been close, you called back. Half of you assumed the phone call was a simple accident. The last thing you’d expected was an offering to go on a blind date with their son.

You hadn’t seen Cyrus in a decade and after being caught up to speed, you learned that he’d really moved up in the world and now made enough money that he could likely retire if he so chose, but his family seemed to have a bone to pick with him never being in a lasting relationship with anyone. Something about continuing the bloodline or whatever wealthy families worried about.

Curious to how this would go, and mildly enticed by the small pay his family offered, you accepted the offer and agreed to meet up with Cyrus in a week. Now, a week later, you were stepping into a rather lavish and high end restaurant that you figured costed more to dine at than a month of your rent.

After asking for a reservation under “Laurent”, a waiter led you through the restaurant, allowing you a glimpse of some of the ornate plates and desserts set on other patrons tables. You were directed to a booth by one of the windows on the second floor, looking out over the cities skyline.

Your eyes instantly fell on Cyrus, his gaze turned to the view while he lazily nursed a drink in his right hand. Either seeing your reflection in the window or feeling your eyes on him, he turned his eyes to you, an uninterested look on his face as he opened his mouth to speak, before pausing as he took you in.

“{{user}}?” Cyrus raised his eyebrow, shaking his head with a sigh, muttering something about his parents under his breath. “Of course they’d set me up with someone they knew. Whatever, have a seat,” he gestured to the booth across from him, giving you a blank look.