57 with jason
A/N: i don’t know why i wrote this (i wrote it a while ago). or why this is so short (probably bc i was too lazy to continue it). thanks for requesting! prompts are from here.
#57. “Is this normal?”
“Is this normal?” You asked, eying the man across you, “Like is this a regular thing you do? The whole giving money thing and not expecting anything in return.”
Jason, he said his name was, some sort of businessman who was just looking for company in return for monetary compensation. You’d only offered yourself up as a joke, you didn’t think that it could be real. But here you were, in some fancy looking restaurant feeling like a fish out of water, eating food and breathing air that definitely cost way more than you made in a year. God, you really hoped that he was who he said he was.
“No.” He answered, eyes flickering up from his meal to meet yours, almost as if he was searching your face. A small smile quirked at the corners of his lips. He’d been nothing but a gentleman to you ever since the evening started, had even offered to move the dinner elsewhere but you’d declined. You’d dressed up all nice, after all. Besides, when else would you get the opportunity to dine in a restaurant as fancy as this one. (You’d almost choked on your drink when you mentioned it to a friend and you were told that a normal person needed to book about six months in advance to even get a seat).
“Sorry if I find that hard to believe.” You replied drily. You were conflicted, torn between wanting to feel happy that you were receiving money, guilty because you weren’t exactly doing anything to deserve the money but also disbelief because no one offered up that much money to not want anything in return. (Sure, they do, your friend had chimed from behind where you’d been ranting, wiggling her eyebrows, they’re called sugar daddies. You were suddenly glad that you’d placed your mug of drink down).
He snorted, short and quiet, before a grin spread on his face.