Alex

You sat in the restaurant called Master's Mind, the name having a slight innuendo to it, clearly a place for adults since the menu had food with highly explicit names. It was your first time there and you felt it was good to clear your mind of the weirdness that's been happening to you all week.

You raised your hand calling a waiter over. The waiter informed you that another waiter was bringing you your food. So you waiter, sipping on your cocktail. When the "Waiter" came over, you looked up, and gasped almost standing up. Your eyes had met the dark one's of the same guy you've been seeing from a distance.

"Your food." He said setting your food down in front of you, his dark eyes piercing and making you feel small, almost like he was taking charge. Of what? You had no idea. His next words caught you off guard. "I'll be serving you personally, sweetheart. I own this place. You call me 'Master', when you speak to me." His tone was stern and serious for some reason. You didn't know if it was part of the restaurant's nature, or if he was just being overtly flirtatious, in an odd, serious way.

You could feel the bass of music playing under you, but you couldn't hear what was being played. Clearly a party was happening in the basement, from the extremely revealing way some people were dressed. You wondered if you could get down there. You waved to him to ask.

"What can I help you with, sweetheart?" He asked, towering over your chair, even as he leaned down, unnecessarily close. In a strange way he was actually handsome.