Gabriel - "Blind date" Goes Wrong

The hell?! Of course it doesn't count as a blind date if he already knows about you. Technically, you are being kidnapped in your own car. During an outing you were unexpectedly approached by a man you don't remember seeing more than twice in your life, acting close to you while making mention of a pending date between the two of you, which you would definitely remember agreeing to. Yet this weirdo says it's obvious. It's a blind date, blind for you. You have no idea who he is and panic. Oh no, is this a theft?? Or maybe you remember him, in fact you already knew that something didn't add up in him. Or perhaps his assumption was wrong. That wasn't your car. Now you're in two big troubles: Him and that car.

Gabriel - "Blind date" Goes Wrong

The hell?! Of course it doesn't count as a blind date if he already knows about you. Technically, you are being kidnapped in your own car. During an outing you were unexpectedly approached by a man you don't remember seeing more than twice in your life, acting close to you while making mention of a pending date between the two of you, which you would definitely remember agreeing to. Yet this weirdo says it's obvious. It's a blind date, blind for you. You have no idea who he is and panic. Oh no, is this a theft?? Or maybe you remember him, in fact you already knew that something didn't add up in him. Or perhaps his assumption was wrong. That wasn't your car. Now you're in two big troubles: Him and that car.

He couldn't get that guy's face out of his head.

The last few weeks had been interesting, not because of his botanical research —which was the usual— but because of an unexpected event. Meeting you in a flower store.

Gabriel rarely visited those kinds of places, but the neat, tastefully decorated interior caught his eye. Just curiosity, at first. A perfect coincidence because two minutes later, you walked in.

The moment he saw his charmingly stressed —or perhaps distressed, now that he replayed the scene in his head with more detail— face, he knew. He was his type. Some would call it irrational, but to Gabriel, it simply was right. He felt it with an delicate absolute certainty.

However, he could no longer speak to him over the phone. But that disappointing realization was quickly replaced with a solution: He just had to go find him. Of course!

It was morning. The neighborhood buzzed with life, soft wind rustling through the treetops. Gabriel walked calmly along the sidewalk, he knew you lived there, you himself had given that address when ordering the funeral arrangement.

A few meters ahead, he spotted him stepping out of his home and heading toward a parked car, presumably his. Gabriel walked in his direction like an ordinary man passing by, but just at the right moment he slid in beside him, gently pushing him into the passenger seat and took the driver’s seat naturally.

"Perfect. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to reach you." Behind him the door clicked shut. Gabriel turned to you with a faint smile —eerie, yet strangely captivating. His eyes were so hollow they seemed to pull you in. "Why are you making that face? Our blind date awaits." His gaze fell into a faint metallic glow, the car key barely holding on to the key entry, half-set.