A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop. 

None of her options were great. There was the pool, which would mean going in a bathing suit. She could wear clothes over the suit, but she had a feeling that Anita would just push her into the water eventually regardless. Another option was see Tristan's designs, but that meant going to his hotel room, which was a huge no. Only would she go there if it was absolutely necessary, and she hoped that never became the case. The only situation that might call for that was if she needed to get information directly from his room.

How she was to do that without Tristan noticing would be pretty difficult unless she managed to break into his room with no staff or cameras spotting her. Yeah, she didn't see that happening. She was no spy. Not to mention that she'd have to sneak past the front desk. Otherwise, they'd know why she was there. Of course, she could use the excuse of going to see Anita, but that would bring her into the picture, and she'd have to think of several other excuses since Anita probably would tell Kaleb and Tristan. All in all, Tristan's hotel room was just a place she should avoid, and she hoped to find information on Kaleb and Tristan that would separate Kaleb from Anita by using the internet.

As for their next date, she could choose the coffee shop again. It still wasn't a great option, but it was better than the other two. "How about we just come here again?" (F/n) shrugged. "It's nice enough."

Tristan just took another sip of his coffee, and he smiled. "I wouldn't mind that. I could bring my designs here." Maybe, she could spill coffee on them. Almost, she chuckled at the thought, but a small smile did touch her lips. He misread it and smiled more. "Then, we'll do that."

"Great." Her tone was excited, and she stared at her cinnamon roll, more interested in it than him. That only caused him to chuckle, and her focus on the dessert led to him being able to snatch a piece off.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, a pout now forming on her lips. "Not fair! You said that you had enough!"

"I did add 'now' at the end. Now is a different now," he replied, smirking in victory and popping the piece of the tasty treat into his mouth. She continued to frown and crossed her arms.

"Maybe, we shouldn't have another date."

"I'll buy you another one to make up for it."

"Hmm," she hummed out, breaking off a piece of the cinnamon roll and placing it in her mouth. She chewed slower than usual before she finally swallowed. "I don't know. What if you steal another bite?" Her tone wasn't playful, though. If anything, it held dislike in it, but that didn't faze Tristan.

"I won't. I'll get my own next time," he reassured, taking a sip of his coffee.

Humming again, she shrugged her shoulders. "... Fine. But, not for another week. We have two months, no need to rush anything."

Before he could answer, his phone buzzed, and he glanced to it. A brow of his rose. "A message from Kaleb," he muttered, unlocking his phone and reading it over. (F/n) instinctively got a feeling of dread in her stomach. A nervous expression crossed Tristan's face, and he turned the phone to her. Curious, she leaned in closer and read.

We're going to the pool on Saturday. You should bring (f/n). Anita's asking that you do. And, she says that if (f/n)'s reading this she knows to come. Hope the date's going well!

Silence existed between the two of them, and she laid her head down on the table. A groan left her. "Are they spying on us?" she muttered out, not even bothering to look. Tristan glanced around and shook his head.

"No, they aren't. They're at the hotel I think." He finished his coffee. "Does it bother you that much? You don't have to go. We can just let them go."

Peering up from her arm, she practically glared, and Tristan rubbed the back of his neck. "Do you really think that Anita will allow that? She'll drag me out of the house by force if she has to." (F/n) slid her right hand through her (h/l) (h/c) hair. "Maybe, I can run away."

"Would you like me to follow?" he asked, smiling a bit in sympathy.

"No, you'll bring them with you," she responded, sighing deeply. She rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Why does my best friend have to be so pushy?" Well, Anita was no longer her best friend. Probably, Anita never had been.

"Trust me. I can sneak you away," he answered, now smiling with confidence. "Just dress like you were going to the pool. I'll say that I want to talk to you for a bit, and they can go on. Then, we can go somewhere else." He shrugged. "Simple." Yeah, but that made things worse. She'd still be in a swim suit even if she wore a jacket and shorts over it, and she'd be alone with him until they reached wherever they went. Well, Lee would be in the café, but he couldn't do anything unless he wanted to risk their plan. Of course, she wouldn't mind him intervening if Tristan got out of control, but she hoped that wouldn't happen.

"At that point, the pool probably will be less trouble," she responded, frowning and resting her chin on the palm of her hand. She didn't look to him.

"Perhaps, but if it means you enjoy your day more, I don't mind." She knew that he didn't. He probably had some creepy scheme working in his head.

"No, it's fine." She waved her hand dismissively and finished her coffee and cinnamon roll. (F/n) stood up from her seat and stretched a bit. "I'll go. Do you know what time?"

"Not yet. I'll ask Kaleb, and I'm sure Anita will inform you." His tone held amusement at the end but also sympathy, and she nodded in understanding. "Does this mean that we still have another coffee date next week, though?"

Pausing, she looked to him and smirked. "Maybe. I'll think about it come Saturday." She walked past him and towards the door. "Sound good?" (F/n) ignored the chill that traveled up her spine. It was like she could feel his eyes on her, and she refused to look back to check. Thankfully, he soon walked up beside her and grabbed her hand again.

Forcing herself not to pull her hand away, she exited the building with him. "It does. I'll make sure to impress you on Saturday." That sounded creepier than it should've been, but, maybe, that was because she knew what he was like really.

"Sure," she answered with skepticism, though; there was forced playfulness in her tone. "You really think that you can do that?" she asked, quirking a brow.

On his lips appeared a smirk, and she knew that it was genuine. Tristan's eyes showed it to be playful back, but she had a feeling that it was a lot more than that. His intentions held something more, and she felt a pit form in her stomach. At least, the walk to the café wouldn't be too long. "I am. After all, I must be doing something right if you keep wanting to hang out with me." Oh, how wrong he was.

"I suppose," she admitted, glad that he didn't see through her lie. A smile touched his lips before he stared straight ahead. Mentally, he was grinning. He'd let Kaleb know the good news later. Even Anita would be excited. Most likely, he wouldn't need the full two months to convince (f/n) to work for him and leave the café. In the process, he might even get a little more.

The rest of the walk to the café was quiet except for a few comments here and there about Saturday. Tristan hoped that the water wouldn't be too cold, but he had a feeling that it was a heated pool. Meanwhile, (f/n) just hoped that they had a good snack bar, which caused him to chuckle and joke that he might be able to order her that other cinnamon roll there. She stared to him for a bit before she nodded in confirmation that she expected that if they had one there. That resulted in another chuckle from him.

Arriving in front of the café, both of them stopped, and she had no intention of bringing him inside. "I'll see you Saturday," she remarked as she started to let go of his hand.

"Right. I look forward to it." He, though, kept his fingers intertwined with hers. (F/n) glanced down and wondered what he was doing. Her brows furrowed, and when she looked up, he was too close for comfort. Tristan, however, didn't give her time to react, and before she knew it, his lips were on hers. A mixture of shock and disgust hit her mind as though they had been injected straight into it, and she stood still as though she was a statue.

Pulling away shortly after, he took her frozen state to mean that she was in shock due to enjoying the kiss. He finally let go of her hand. "Saturday. Have a good evening, (f/n)." Tristan smiled and waved before he walked off. Slightly, she waved. While a smirk now touched Tristan's lips, she reached her fingers up to her fingers as they shook. Her lips parted as her fingers dropped to her side, and she felt nausea. Inside and from his new position in the café, he saw the event happen too; he felt sick as well as several other feelings, and he wished that he didn't have bad news to tell to (f/n).