location: casillas winery
@nicolascasillas
It was too early, wasn’t it? Everyone knew. Everyone knew that Landon and him had disintegrated their relationship, leaving nothing but empty holes where nothing was left. It happened in the blink of an eye, and without support or time to grieve it, he had found himself starting to go insane with over analyzing everything. People around him noticed-- a girl at work had an idea, one that he wasn’t wanting to actually act on. She told him ‘we know this guy that could take your mind off of it’. Whatever that could mean. He wasn’t entirely sure, but the address that he was given-- and the instruction to dress well-- made the invitation seem a little more like a set up. This was a date.
He was definitely being murdered.
And at the end of the day, he would probably accept that fate. Being murdered seemed to be the answer to the way that he was feeling right now. So, the small Swiss army knife sat in his passenger seat as he drove up the driveway, surrounded by... an orchard? He wasn’t entirely certain what was going on around him. When he was closer, he noticed that this looked a whole lot like a winery. Did he have the wrong place?
Stepping out of the car, he looked around at the place. The parking area didn’t have any other cars, which seemed a bit eerie. The night was lovely; cool now, but the warm breeze from earlier kept up. Murder was upon him. It was a good thing he was wearing white-- it’d make it more dramatic. As he studied what was around him more intensely, he could tell it was a winery by the trees and sign above the building. He was at the right place. Oliver walked in to the tall building, unclear of what was to come. Maybe a blind date wasn’t the best option. Had he been stood up? Was he too early? This was a mistake, he thought. Until... oh.
The man standing in the corner. His eyes traveled to him instantly, drawn in by the dark features. It was always the damn dark features. The way the man stood, dressed, presented himself. He was certainly glad that he turned around and decided to stay. A distraction. A beautiful, tall, dark, handsome distraction. Well, he might still be murdered. “Hey,” He smiled a little bit, pushing his glasses up higher on his nose, since driving in the dark was harder these days. “I’m Oliver,” He looked at his watch, “I was instructed to be here at seven and was wondering if you may know anything about that?”
