“Hey. You got the contract?" She settled a hand on her hip, the silk of the dress moulded around her body in some wondrously distracting ways.

“Huh?" I was still looking shamelessly at her legs and it took a few moments for me to return from cloud nine. "Oh! Yeah, it's right here."

I opened my suit-jacket and pulled out the roll of paper that she'd signed two nights before. I opened it to show her that it was, in fact, hers.

She eyed the contract for about 3@ seconds before her gaze lifted to look at me.

“How do I know this is for real? I don't feel any different." That challenging glint in her gaze infused her features with an antagonistic allure I found to be incredibly sexy.

“You wouldn't. I haven't used it for anything. If I did then you'd feel tired, depressed, and very distant for a week or so until it became so bad that you'd just kill yourself." The moment the words were out of my mouth I actually gritted my teeth. I was on a date and opening with suicide. I was not exactly the sharpest tool in the drawer when it came to those things back in those days.

“And you'd do that to people!?" Her voice raised a few notches.

“No," I lied.

“That's not the best way to use a soul. It's just why you don't feel any different. Most people who can't use magic ever actually do feel any different." I hoped I was explaining myself better.

"Oh." She Lowered her head and lifted her fingers to her temples. "God, this is so fucking insane."

"I suggest you don't think about it too much. Look, I rented this Limo, you look amazing." Then, suddenly remembering something, I turned around and dipped my head back into the car before snagging what was on the leather seat and turning back to her.

“And this is for you. So how about we go eat, dance and get a Little drunk? Then you get your soul back and I get to remember the night I dated a sexy older woman."

What I'd grabbed from the back of the car was a freshly-wrapped red rose. This, along with my words, seemed to take her somewhat off guard and a lot of the anger and suspicion faded to a sort of reluctant acquiescence. She took the offered rose and looked at it to see if there was anything magical about it before lifting her head to look back at me.

"I'm thirty-two, I'm only the older woman here because you're, what?

Nine?"

I rolled my eyes whilst allowing a smile to form on my Lips.

“I'm eighteen."

“Great, then you can buy my drinks all night." She quipped as she walked around to the other side of the car and slipped inside.

I cursed myself for not holding the door open for her. Then, I slipped her contract back in my jacket and entered the car myself to find the woman looking the vehicle over before turning to look at me.

"Ok, so where did this come from?" She Lifted her hands to gesture at the elegant splendour that surrounded her.