She scoffs and takes the box from you.

"Flattering won't get ya far. Ya know I'm not sweet."

You open the door for her, your eyes trace down her curvy body. She wasn't in her usual goth attire today; she was wearing a long black dress with slits on either side that go all the way up to the hip bones, and the front of the dress had a plunging neckline. She wore long black glooves to accent the dress. Her makeup today consisted a smokey eye and a dark, red lipstick that accented her plump lips.

You reserved a seat by a window, with a nice view, yet it was still tucked away in the corner of the restaurant, away from the crowd, just how she likes it. You both sit down and she clearly waits for you to begin the conversation as she gazes at the menu.

>I'll get us some wine for the table!

>So... what do you do for a living?