You may have stolen me
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Thread Topic: You may have stolen me
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Dahlia put her hands in her face, exhaling heavily. Nickola had been so..well, weird. She felt her insides squirm with discomfort, clutching her pillow to her chest.
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Nickola's frown deepened when she still didn't pick of her phone. Maybe it wasn't near her person? He decided to call her again.
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Wait is he calling Dahlia-))
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Yes!)
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OH YOU SAID EMMA SO I WAS CONFUSED LOL))
Dahlia heard her phone buzzing and reached over to pick it up. She felt a chill go down her spine as she saw Nickola's name. How had he gotten her number? She reluctantly answered it. "H-Hello?" -
(Shoot sorry. I'm sort of copying and pasting from a past roleplay.)
(Wait, unless she has him in his contacts it should just pop up as unknown number.
Unless he somehow got to her phone...)
"Mia stella!" he said, sounding overjoyed that she had finally answered. "I have a request, listen per favore. There was a torta you gave me, I forget what it was called. Oh yes! Pioggia Di Perle Segrete! Secret Pearl Drizzle! Dahlia, I would like to place an order of your Secret Pearl Drizzle. The one like I had when I first met you, amore mio." -
Oh dang-))
Dahlia put her face into her free hand, trying not to groan. "And this was so urgent you needed to call me at 1 am?" she said, pursing her lips. "But it's fine. I wasn't that tired anyway. How many do you need?" -
"Just one, thank you," Nickola said, a gleaming smile adorning his face as if he were speaking right in front of her. "I'll send someone precisely at ten a.m. to bring you to my house to drop it off."
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"Alright, I'll have it ready for you by then," Dahlia said, quickly hanging up the phone and resisting the urge to toss it across the room. Nickola gave her the creeps and she had the sneaking suspicion that he had not moved on yet.
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Nickola leaned back in his office chair and set his phone down with a smile. She sounded so cute when she was sleepy. He was looking forward to seeing her again.
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He CRAZYY))
Also timeskipperoonie?))
Dahlia set an alarm with the most annoying ringtone she could possibly find and pulled the covers over her head. Tomorrow was going to be a long day. -
(Indubitably)
At exactly ten o'clock in the morning, a sleek black car pulled up to the building, waiting for Dahlia to come out. -
Dahlia nervously stepped outside, holding the box with the pastry that he had requested. How had he known her address? She didn't recall telling him, and suddenly, she wanted to do anything but go into the car.
Don't be stupid, she chided herself. It's just a delivery. You've done this before.
Dahlia walked out, stepping towards the car. "Is this the car sent by Nickola for the delivery?" she asked tentatively. -
The back door opened, revealing a very beautiful woman on the other side of the car. One would wonder how she had reached across to open it without wrinkling her blue dress so quickly. She had long blonde hair and eyes that matched the color of her dress.
"Come," she said with a heavy Italian accent. "Mi fratellino awaits you." -
Dahlia stepped out, holding the box close to her chest and trying to look composed. "Thank you," she said somewhat curtly, stepping out of the car. Her eyes widened as she looked around. "This is where Nickola lives?"
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