The Devil Emmy

"A fake?" Anthony looked at her curiously, "A fake what?"

“a fake amazing guy…”

"Well I’m not fake, but I’m not amazing either. I’m just Anthony."

“You lie!

"I do? Who am I then?"

"Mine."

"A fake?" Anthony looked at her curiously, "A fake what?"

“a fake amazing guy…”

"Well I’m not fake, but I’m not amazing either. I’m just Anthony."

"You lie!

"A fake?" Anthony looked at her curiously, "A fake what?"

"a fake amazing guy..."

"Aww, you look so sleepy babe. You don’t have to have desert if your too tired, we can always come back here another day."

"C—can you take me home…?"

"Sure, I can drop you back home." Anthony waved for the bill, staring at the total in shock, "erm…"

"….." Somehow she’d known it was a bit too good to be true and sleepily handed the waiter her credit card, cuddling into anthony as he walked out with it.

"Wha- you can’t pay, I booked the table and I wanted to treat you tonight." Anthony looked sadly down at the floor, "Liz, you gotta let me treat you."

"You’re treating me anyways… THat was your credit card." She gave a grin.

"Uh- it was?" Anthony looked in his wallet noticing his credit card was missing, "when did you do that Missy?" He laughed and kissed her cheek.

She blushed and kissed his cheek, giggling, "I had to verify you weren't a fake..." She was drunk.

"Aww, you look so sleepy babe. You don’t have to have desert if your too tired, we can always come back here another day."

"C—can you take me home…?"

"Sure, I can drop you back home." Anthony waved for the bill, staring at the total in shock, "erm…"

"….." Somehow she’d known it was a bit too good to be true and sleepily handed the waiter her credit card, cuddling into anthony as he walked out with it.

"Wha- you can’t pay, I booked the table and I wanted to treat you tonight." Anthony looked sadly down at the floor, "Liz, you gotta let me treat you."

"You're treating me anyways... THat was your credit card." She gave a grin.

"Aww, you look so sleepy babe. You don’t have to have desert if your too tired, we can always come back here another day."

"C—can you take me home…?"

"Sure, I can drop you back home." Anthony waved for the bill, staring at the total in shock, "erm…"

"....." Somehow she'd known it was a bit too good to be true and sleepily handed the waiter her credit card, cuddling into anthony as he walked out with it.

"Aww, you look so sleepy babe. You don’t have to have desert if your too tired, we can always come back here another day."

"C--can you take me home...?"

"If love for you to get the recognition you deserve, and what better way than to have a book that thousands, maybe millions of people, can read over and over?"

"As long as you’ll be there with me."

"Every step of the way babe. What would you like for your main course?"

"Steak."

"A very simple yet effective answer." Anthony laughed, "I haven’t had steak in ages, but the lamb looks good too."

"Let’s go half-and-half then."

"Okay." Anthony called over a waiter and ordered their food.

After they ate Liz was a little sleepy.

"Room for desert, or would you like us to pay and go home to rest?" Anthony rubbed their legs together.

She walked over to sit on his lap. She looked so sleepy and vulnerable, "Mmm, maybe just a little something.."

"If love for you to get the recognition you deserve, and what better way than to have a book that thousands, maybe millions of people, can read over and over?"

"As long as you’ll be there with me."

"Every step of the way babe. What would you like for your main course?"

"Steak."

"A very simple yet effective answer." Anthony laughed, "I haven’t had steak in ages, but the lamb looks good too."

"Let’s go half-and-half then."

"Okay." Anthony called over a waiter and ordered their food.

After they ate Liz was a little sleepy.

"If love for you to get the recognition you deserve, and what better way than to have a book that thousands, maybe millions of people, can read over and over?"

"As long as you’ll be there with me."

"Every step of the way babe. What would you like for your main course?"

"Steak."

"A very simple yet effective answer." Anthony laughed, "I haven’t had steak in ages, but the lamb looks good too."

"Let's go half-and-half then."

"If love for you to get the recognition you deserve, and what better way than to have a book that thousands, maybe millions of people, can read over and over?"

"As long as you’ll be there with me."

"Every step of the way babe. What would you like for your main course?"

"Steak."

"If love for you to get the recognition you deserve, and what better way than to have a book that thousands, maybe millions of people, can read over and over?"

"As long as you'll be there with me."

"I have an idea. Your said your a freelance writer, didn’t you? I’d really like to read some of your work… maybe we could publish your books in my store?"

she nearly spat out her drink, “W—what?!”

"Well I bet your an excellent writer, we could maybe publish your books and display them in-store. Who knows, one day you might become famous!"

"A—Anthony… that… you…"

"What’s wrong sweetie? I know I tend to daydream about stuff…"

"I…would like that."

"You would?" Anthony’s eyes sparkled with happyness, "Anything for you sweetheart…"

She looked very excited by this

"I have an idea. Your said your a freelance writer, didn’t you? I’d really like to read some of your work… maybe we could publish your books in my store?"

she nearly spat out her drink, “W—what?!”

"Well I bet your an excellent writer, we could maybe publish your books and display them in-store. Who knows, one day you might become famous!"

"A—Anthony… that… you…"

"What’s wrong sweetie? I know I tend to daydream about stuff…"

"I...would like that."

"I have an idea. Your said your a freelance writer, didn’t you? I’d really like to read some of your work… maybe we could publish your books in my store?"

she nearly spat out her drink, “W—what?!”

"Well I bet your an excellent writer, we could maybe publish your books and display them in-store. Who knows, one day you might become famous!"

"A--Anthony... that... you..."

"I have an idea. Your said your a freelance writer, didn’t you? I’d really like to read some of your work… maybe we could publish your books in my store?"

she nearly spat out her drink, "W--what?!"