Important!!!

Please answer these two questions before you read. They're very quick.

1. Do you want to see more of Crow?
2. Can I ship Crow and Fresh in the story?

I find it sad that Fresh doesn't have anyone so I want to make him happy.

Nightmare's POV

I was sitting in my office, staring at the golden cards in my hand. They're shiny, cold surfaces reflected my surroundings. Each one told me the name of a different country. I volunteered to cover Ink's contracts for him. Since he can't really do it and all.

Suddenly, I heard a knock on my door, letting me know that someone was coming in. Cross walked into the room with a bottle of champagne secured in his arms. I broke my attention away from the cards as I motioned for him to sit down. He pulled a chair to the opposite side of my desk so he could be in front of me.

Cross: Are you fixing leave for a mission?

Me: Yeah. I have to go to the Philippines, Thailand, Netherlands, and Finland.

He slowly popped open the champagne and started pouring a glass for me.

Me: Want to join me, Cross?

Cross: I would like that.

Me: Okay. I want to leave about...

I looked at my clock.

Me: three hours from now. Do whatever the hell you want and then we'll get going.

Cross: I was going to spend that time with you, Nightmare.

Me: I was hoping you'd say that. After we finish these contracts, I want to go to a restaurant located in London.

Cross: Okay. Sounds fun.

(Time Skip)

We walked into the restaurant that I mentioned earlier today. Cross looked around and whispered.

Cross: I feel like we're royalty. Do you see this?

I nodded. This restaurant was know for its extravaganza. The walls were painted ebony with golden vine-like designs decorating them. Pure white crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Cream shaded curtains were pulled back to show the environment displayed through the tall windows. Several clothed tables were set and ready to be dined upon. Dinnerware made of bone china were placed on the tables. Each shined from their recent cleaning.

A waiter led us to our table. When we sat down, a salad bowl and a basket of bread were placed between us. Once they plated our salads, they left with our food orders. Cross stared nervously at the many utensils that were at his disposal. He looked up at me for help. He didn't want to do anything as other people would see that he didn't know which one to use. As I took a sip from of my preferred alcohol, champagne, I softly touched the smallest one with my pinkie. He mouthed thank you to me and picked up the cutlery.

(Time Skip)

We sat in my office once again, after the contracts and dinner. Cross started speaking to me.

Cross: Okay. Can you tell me what the hell all of those utensils were for.

Me: Okay. The smallest one is for salad, the middle one is for fish, the biggest one is for dinner. On the left, you have the soup spoon, the smaller knife is for fish, and the biggest one is for dinner. The spoon and fork above the plate is for dessert. There is the bread plate and the butter knife. Then the three glasses. One for water, one for red wine, and the last for white wine.

He stared at me silently.

Me: Did you understand any of that?

Cross: You lost me halfway through. You were talking to a brick wall at that point.

He giggled as I face palmed myself.

We started getting ready for bed. We both agreed that he would sleep with me tonight.

Goodnight

A Quick Discussion

I hope you answered the questions.

If you don't know what bone china is, it is a very expensive hybrid of china.

I love writing scenery, it makes me happy inside.

Love ya....

Bye