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Helena raised her eyebrows at his deflection and looked amused. “It’s quite good. A good Sicilian taste.” She sat back and just studied him for awhile with a small smile much like a cat watching a bird in a cage. “You don’t strike me as the type to be very forward, you know.”

“Is that so?” Cisco said with a smirk. “You don’t strike me as a woman who would purposely run someone over, either.” Cisco ordered himself a fine Merlot to be paired with whatever food he would order in due time. “So, tell me about yourself.”

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Helena raised her eyebrows at the man and shook her head. “No, just wine.” She eyed him curiously. “Do you often ask women who run you over on the street out for dates?”

I hardly ask women out period. Cisco thought to himself before smiling. “I have my moments. How’s the wine?” He tried to change the subject away from himself. He never did like talking about himself. He picked up the menu before him and began to skim the pages, looking for something that was somewhat familiar.

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Helena had arrived a bit late to the location the strange man had given her, making sure, of course, that her makeup was impeccable her hair was brushed thoroughly to avoid helmet hair. The place seemed relatively empty so she just sat down at a table set for two and ordered herself some rather expensive wine, sipping decadently and making automatic notes of the exits and all of the patrons, scanning for any suspicious behavior with a glint in her eye as she waited.

Cisco had been running about his apartment, trying to figure out what he was to wear on a date with a girl who almost ran him over. Was she a suit and tie kind of girl? Or a Tshirt and blazer kind of girl? What did he know about dressing up for a date? He glanced at his watch and it read 7:30. There was no more time for indecisiveness. He ran into his closet and came out in a button up shirt and a blazer. It was going to have to do.

He caught a cab to the restaurant, and walked through the door at 7:55. He saw the woman and joined her at the table for two. “Sorry I’m late. Have you ordered yet?”