-Two Weeks Later-
"Jesse? Why am I blindfolded?" I asked, reaching out my hands for something to grab.
My palms came in touch with a soft hand, as I heard Jesse in front of me, lightly chuckling.
"Be patient. We're almost there." he assured.
I groaned, obviously not liking the fact that I couldn't see.
We finally came to a stop, as a gentle breeze ran through my hair.
I felt Jesse's warm hand lingering on my face, as he lifted up the red blindfold carefully.
I held in my breath, as I studied the view in front of me.
We were on a porch decorated with little lanterns hanging, and there was a clear view of the city ahead of us.
In the center of the porch was a table for two, with a single rose in the middle, and candles decorating around it.
"Y-you did this dor our date?" I asked, breathlessly.
Jesse rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Why is that so hard to believe?"
I shook my head, smiling shyly.
"Well, I expected something different from you." I smirked.
Jesse raised an eyebrow. "Different, how?"
"You know, you do seem like the type to plan a one night stand for a first date." I joked, pushing his shoulder gently.
He didn't budge though.
Instead, he held my hand, and guided me to the table in the center.
He pulled out a chair for me, as I smoothed out the hem of my dress.
I sat down, and smiled at him.
He sat across from me, as the wind gently blew his shaggy hair away from his eyes.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Jesse asked, frowning.
My face grew hot, as I began playing with the red rose in the transparent vase.
"L-like what?" I stuttered, hoping he didn't notice me checking him out.
Jesse shrugged. "I don't know. You don't think this is too cliche for a first date, do you?"
I shook my head. "No way. This is perfect."
Jesse smiled in pleasure, as a waiter dressed in a tie came out with two wine glasses and two menus.
"Mr. Collins, it's a pleasure to see you this evening. May I start you and your date off with a glass of red wine?" the waiter asked with a foreign accent.
Normally, I would've rejected his offer, but I nodded.
I watched as the waiter poured a deep, red liquid substance into a tall wine glass.
"I'll be back to take your orders in a moment." the waiter added, leaving.
Jesse took a sip of his wine.
"Do you want to check out with view before we eat?" Jesse asked.
I nodded, as I took the glass of wine with me.
We stood up, approaching the edge of the porch.
Below us was a wonder of city lights and tall buildings.
"It's amazing." I whispered.
"Just like you are." Jesse muttered under his breath.
I turned red, as I lifted the glass to my mouth.
I let the wine enter my mouth, but as soon as I swallowed it, I began coughing.
Jesse flinched, holding my back with a worried expression.
"Kendall? Are you okay?" he asked.
I nodded, coughing one last time, as I settled the glass down.
"I'm fine, t-thanks." I flustered with embarassment.
Curse you, Kendall!
Why do you have to be so weak when it comes to wine?!
"It's my fault, I should've remembered that you weren't a big drinker." Jesse sighed, patting my back gently.
"No, no. It's okay, really." I smiled in assurance.
His lips moved upward, as he stared at me for a long moment.
I began to get lost in his eccentric blue eyes, as him and I leant forward.
Our noses touched, and just as our lips were about to, the waiter entered the porch.