Silence is a true friend who never betrays.
-Confucius
230 Apartment Building, Belle City, 12:39a.m
"Brandon, are you sure we're going to the right place. This looks like an apartment building. Why are we going up to the roof?" Denella questioned in curiosity.
Brandon grinned. "You'll see."
Brandon held the door that led to the roof open for Denella. She walked through the door. When she saw what Brandon was talking about, she was speechless.
"So, what do you think?" He asked, eager to know what she was going to say.
"I-I don't know. Just . . . wow." she said in amazement. "You did this."
"Well, the workers I paid did this, but I guess you can say that."
She giggled.
Brandon paid the workers to set up a romantic-dinner-for-two-on-the-rooftop. There was a small circular table with two fancy chairs. The tablecloth was a light shade a pink and there were lanterns all around. There was a small candle in the middle of the table, and there were plates filled with Denella's favourite foods.
Once they were seated, Denella heard music. Then, out of the doorway came four men. They each had instruments: a violin, a cello, a saxophone and maracas.
"Are you serious? Music too? When you asked me if I wanted to get something to eat, I thought you were talking about grabbing a burger or something at some fast-food place. I never thought you would go all out and do this." she said with a grin.
"Well, honestly you are one of a kind, and I needed to go all out to impress you."
Denella blushed. "Well, I am impressed."
R.O.S.S. Headquarters, Belle City, 12:57a.m
Raphael and Henry got out of the elevator and looked around.
"I don't get it. Where is she?" Henry inquired. "Wait, where are you going?
Raphael walked around and asked a few agents if they knew where Denella was.
"Wait, I know you." A female voice said.
Raphael turned around. He eyed the blonde girl in front of him drinking a cup of coffee. She was definitely talking to him. He studied her face, but he didn't recognize her.
"You're that gorgeous boy from T.E.R.S.E. Denella was telling me about . . . Raphael. You wouldn't know me, I'm Cynthia."
"Cynthia, of course. The girl Denella was telling me about." He thought. "And Denella said I'm gorgeous?"
"So, what are you doing here, again? I mean, the last time you came here, you and Denella didn't look like you were getting along pretty well. What happened to you two?" Cynthia questioned.
"Oh, you know; the everyday kind of thing. I accused Brandon of murder, and Denella got mad because it wasn't him. Apparently, it was an agent at T.E.R.S.E. named Chris Delarosa." Raphael explained