them.
The car came to a stop at the top of a tiny hill. There were no other cars around, but the path was well-lit and welcoming. Keisha had seen pictures of the place before – Piker’s Point. It’s where all the families and tourists went when the sun was setting and the weather was meant for picnics. It was supposed to be a gem of the city! Such a gem Keisha had never bothered visiting, since the rumor was that parking was nearly impossible. Not tonight.
“I thought this would be nice. After you’ve been to every restaurant in town a few hundred times, it sort of loses its luster.”
“So you’ve taken hundreds of girls on dates just like this?”
“Maybe not hundreds. And dates like this? I thought this was a dinner. The company was very specific that this is a dinner.” He made a very serious face and she smiled.
“I still can’t believe this. Where are all the people, it’s so quiet!”
“Money has its privileges” he said, winking “Come on!”
He led her up the winding path past trees and meadows of soft green grass. The horizon was a painting of a million lights, with downtown stretching out behind them, its silver building cutting long streaks in the sky.
As they neared the top Keisha started to make out an object. Something glowing and twinkling in the night. It was a picnic blanket, lined with candles and centered with exquisite covered silver dishes.
Tom kicked off his shoes, wriggled his toes in the grass and sat down, gesturing for Keisha to do the same. She joined him, smiling as he poured her a glass of wine.
“This is pretty good.” She said, looking around. “Who doesn’t fall for this?”
He flashed her a crooked smile “You’d be surprised.”
They ate and talked for hours. At first Keisha felt distant – like a women doing a job. She knew there was something artificial about the night, something fake. It was for charity after all! A business deal dressed up as a date, nothing more! Hell, Tom probably got a tax rebate for buying her!
But it didn’t take long for things to change. There was something about the look in his eyes that made it easy for her to slip into the fairytale. By their second glass of wine she hardly remembered the auction, or the thousand dollars… she was entranced by his serene mood and quick wit.
He seemed bigger than life, and that all his focus was placed so gently on her…
“So, you have to tell me.” She said.
He raised an eyebrow.
“Why did you pick me? Seriously.”
“Well, to be honest you’re different. I was joking earlier, but I really have experienced most of what this city, hell this planet, has to offer. I was blessed with money, or at least the mind to get it, and that is one of the benefits… but after a while. I don’t know.”
“What?”
“Things get dull again.” He said, slapping his legs “The exciting becomes the mundane. What was unthinkable yesterday becomes boring tomorrow. That’s why these men do half of what they do,” he said, waving at the distance – the beautiful homes that line the cliff and shore. “No one honestly thinks the million dollar bottle of wine tastes that much better… they just need it because it’s a little better. Something new. Something different and that much closer to perfection.”
“So you bought me because I was expensive.” She said, a smile still on her face, but her voice chilled.
“No! No, that’s not what I meant at all. What I mean is I can have all of that. When I saw you… I don’t know I felt something different. You, you are different! All those girls are beautiful, but you’re beautiful in such a rare way…”
Keisha turned away from him. Suddenly it was all too much. It couldn’t be real, what was this?
“What?” he said.
“Is this what you do? This has to be some sort of joke.”
“No, it’s no joke. I’m sorry. I can be more forward -- more intense--than other people.”
She