"Welcome home." I smiled at the sweet Asian immigration officer as she hands me passport. Thank God I didn't have to go through customs.

I walked through the door that left to the collection of bag area. I only had one suitcase to collect and thank God it is a unique one, so I could spot it as soon as I walked over the moving bag thing. I quickly grabbed up my suitcase but almost tripped because of my heels but before I could fall someone caught me.

I recognized the cologne immediately and when he places me back on me feet and turn to look at him.

"Thanks, Richard." I grip my suitcase tight in my hand and gave him a fake smile.

"No problem. It's good to see you." He smiled at me and I mentally rolled my eyes. Is it really good to see me, the girl you cheated on?

"I wish I could say the same." I break eye contact with him and turn to look at my suitcase. "I have to go." I turn away without another word, I didn't want to hear his stupid lies or his pleas.

Richard was the first guy and only guy to cheat on me and it hurt, it made me feel like I wasn't doing enough as a girlfriend, after all why else would he cheat? Why would he cheat with someone that worked in the same office as I did?

I remembered the day I caught him like it was yesterday. How could a girl forget that? Especially when the day was Valentine's Day.

I laugh when I opened the box Richard gave me. I looked up at him shaking my head. "Did you really just get me a finger nail clipper."

He pulls me in his arms and smile, "Yes, you keep crabbing me during sex." I laugh and wrap my hand around his neck.

"I don't think that's the reason. I think it's because you hate that I bite my nails."

He laughs, "I do hate when you bite your nails. You know I like my woman with nails."

"I have nails," Biting my nail was something that I have been doing since I was a child, it had just become apart of me.

"Barely." I rolled my eyes at him. I removed my hands from his neck and placed it on his side.

"Where are you taking me?" I said in a seductive voice.

"When you get there, you'll see."

Hating the suspense, I replied "Well we better get going. We can stand in your living room the whole night."

Richard car had been towed away for parking in a handicap parking space, so I had to pick him up, instead of him picking me up.

I grabbed his hands and pulled him towards his apartment door.

"Come on. I don't have all night." I smile as I said the words, I did have all night. I had plan something really sweet and sex for the night, but I wasn't going to tell him that.

I handed over my car keys to him, "Gracias senorita."

I smiled, I love it when he spoke Spanish to me. He was fluent in the language because his mother grew up in Puerto Rico, His father on the other hand was Russian so he was also exposed to the language. I had only heard him speak Russian a few times with his father over the phone. I never got to met any of parents, they were always busy, and his father was always travelling, or so he says.

Richard was an investment banker, so his job made him travel a lot. The company he works for is one the best and so he is always in demand. But didn't bother me because he would always find time to spend with me.

After thirty minutes of driving we pulled up at Le Chateau Bleu, a very famous, expensive French restaurant. I smiled as I looked at the outside décor of the place. It was magnificent. He must have booked this months ago because I've been trying to come her for years, but it was always booked out.

As I exit my side of the car, I saw the smiling Valet and I returned the smile.

Richard hand over my keys and scolded at boy. I rolled my eyes at his behavior but stayed quit. His attitude towards some persons was just mean but I guess it was apart of his personality growing up. He was born rich and sometimes just didn't know any better.

He took my hands and lead me in the restaurant. When we entered the host smiled at us, "Bonsoir, Madam, Monsieur. How may I help you?"

"Reservations under Richard Palmer."

"Ah, Oui. Follow me."

As I followed behind the older man, I couldn't help but admire the interior décor of the restaurant, it was beyond breathtaking. Everything was made out of furniture wood, it gave off a sparkling effect. In the of the room there was two huge fish tanks but only one tank had fish, the other is filled with lobster. The lightening of the restaurant was also amazing. I could even smell the food and it was smelling great.

We were seated from the table farthest from the tanks and that made me a little sad because I really wanted to admire the animals. The food critics had said that they farm their own animals for their restaurant and that's why it's so unique.

"You like it?" Richard asked smiling at me.

"Yea, I love it. I was really hoping we could get a seat next to the aquariums."

He shrugged then said. "Nah, I sat beside them the last time I was here, and it wasn't pretty. I don't like that." I raised my brows, I didn't know he came here before he didn't tell me.

"You've been here before?"

"Oh yeah. Three weeks ago." He said brushing off the topic. Not wanting to get into that myself I looked over at the aquarium.

Richard phone started to vibrate on the table, so I turn to look him. "Answer it."

"I shouldn't we're on a date." That's never stopped him before.

"Answer the phone Richard because it's going to keep beeping anyway." It was a regular thing for his phone to beep during dates or even when we were having sex. He'd always choose his phone.

"Okay, but just this once." He smiled at me and took him phone. When he answered he started talking Spanish, leaving me ignorant to what he was saying. I only knew a few words in Spanish from high school but other than that I couldn't save my life. I was fluent in Chinese Mandarin and French, which was important to learn because I did a semester in Paris and my internship in China.

I looked at Richard as he laughed at whatever the person over the phone was saying. Richard was a handsome man. His hair was really dark, which came from his mother's Spanish heritage but his eyes where green. It was an odd combination but made him even more handsome. His nose was straight, and his cheekbones were really defined. I could successful say that he was one of the most handsome guy I've been with.

When I heard him say "Adios," I knew the conversation ended.

"I need to use the bathroom, I'll right back." I smile and nod.

The waiter came up to me and smile. "I'm Syd and I'll be your waiter for tonight. I see that you have a partner, would you like to wait until he gets back?"

I smiled at the brunette waiter, "Thanks Syd. You can get me some garlic bread and some water while I wait, he'll be back any minute now."

He writes my order down, "Would you like anything on the garlic bread?"

"A little butter would be good, Merci."

He smiles and then walked over to take his next table.

I looked down at my phone for the time, 9:23. Richard had been gone for over ten minutes, what was he doing in the bathroom so long?

Maybe he was pooping.

9:33, my garlic bread and water arrived yet Richard was still not back from the bathroom. I knew he didn't ditch me because his jacket was still hanging over the chair. Richard wasn't even the type to ditch anyone either.

It was 9:35 when I decide I couldn't take it anymore, this was Valentine's Day and I didn't come to a expensive restaurant to celebrate it myself.

I stand up from my chair and walked over to where I say the bathroom signs. After a few turns I was finally close to the male bathroom. When I pushed open the door, I heard a few moans, but I ignored it. I pass the urinal, there were only three toilets stalls, Richard must be in one of them. I did smell poop after all.

I stand there still not knowing if I should call out his name, after all this is the man's room and I wasn't exactly allowed inside. While I stand contemplating on a decision the moaning continued, I rolled my eyes with disgust.

Come one people, I know it's Valentine's day but not in public.

Deciding not to wait any longer I called out. "Richard."

The moaning stopped, and I heard noise like someone bummed in the toilet.

I heard a toilet flush, I waited to see if the man that came out was Richard, but it wasn't. It was middle age man with a belly. The man walked out of the restroom without washing hands.

"That's just nasty." I said to myself.

I walked over to the stalls, two of which were empty.

The moaning of the woman had stop and the place was silent. I found that a little too suspicious. Richard wouldn't do that would he?

He lied but did he cheat?

Not leaving the restroom without an answer I went over to the door and open and shut it to make it seem that I had left the bathroom.

"Mierda!" as I heard the words came out I knew that it was him.

The two-start rambling on his Spanish until he opened the door of the stall.

His eyes became wide when he saw me, but my face reminded emotionless. "I always knew you were a fuck boy, but I never expect this."

"I.." but before he could talk I lifted my hands up, silencing him.

When I turn, and I saw the girl that's when I got angry. "So, you go around fucking college interns ugh. For Fuck sakes, she is my intern." I turn to look at the twenty-year-old and shake my head. "I'm not even angry at you." I turn back to my now ex-friend. "I actually liked you a little, just a little. Thank god I didn't love you, this would have been a disaster. I'm so fucking done with you." I turn to walk out but stop and look back, "And there is nothing wrong with biting my fucking finger nails and I hope you like taking a taxi because I'm leaving and I'm taking my car with me."

I didn't cry over my failed relationship with Richard, what got me angry was that he cheated on me, which made me start to question if I was terrible in bed. Every time Richard and I had sex he always had an orgasm, so I knew I wasn't doing anything wrong, but I still didn't answer my question. Why the hell did he cheat?

As I entered the airport elevator my phone beeped. I look down and read the message.

A little birdy told me you're back. We are going out tonight.

I shake my head at Seth's text.

Do you work with the FBI or something? I came off the plane less than twenty minutes ago.

He replied with a smirk emoji. Or something. You promised that when you get back we'll go out.

I didn't promise you anything. I remember saying Maybe. I quickly typed back. While I was away we didn't text, but he kept sending me funny memes which I didn't reply to.

Don't be like that.

Like what?

You know what I'm talking about. It's just one drink it won't kill you.

No, but you might.

I promise I won't bring my gun. I smiled at his text and shake my head.

Okay, deal. What time? I found myself accepting his offer.

Around 8:30, I'll send you the address later.

It's one drink, what harm can it cause?