I was getting ready for my picnic date with Flynn. I wore a baby pink scalloped skirt with a white lace top and I put my hair in a messy bun. I applied some makeup and I was ready to go. Earlier today Reina went to go sightseeing with Luca and his parents and she told me she would be home by midnight, because Luca was planning to take her for dinner tonight. And with dinner, I don't mean five star restaurant. More like his apartment and lace. Lots of lace, probably handcuffs too.

I heard a knock on the front door and walked out of my room to open it. Flynn was standing there in a pair of brown jeans and a denim shirt. Like always, he looked handsome.


"Hello pudding." he greeted, flashing me his oh-so dazzling smile. My panties just melted and I didn't even wore panties.

"Hey, Vasilios." I said smiling, closing the door behind me.

"Ready to go?" he asked, lacing his fingers with mine.


I nodded. "I'm excited."

We exited the apartment and in his bugatti we drove to the place he was taking me. He brought me to the East River State Park. It was not a fancy place, but the view of Manhattan is breathtaking. The park was flush against the river, offering stunning—and previously fenced-off—views of Manhattan's skyline. Aside from the barbecue platform and children's playground, it's a mostly wide-open lawn dotted with picnic tables, making it a perfect locale to set up blankets and have the most amazing picnics.


I stepped out of the car and saw that Flynn was holding a basket in his hand. "What's in there Vasilios." I asked curiously.

"Food of course." he replied, taking my hand in his and walking down the park.

I rolled my eyes. "I know, but what kind of food?"

"You will see in a minute."

We stopped in the middle of the park and he put the basket on one of the picnic tables. I sat down and looked around. It was beautiful. There were not a lot of people and the view was breathtaking. And I wasn't even talking about the Manhattan's skyline. That's just a bonus.

I watched Flynn as he took the stuff out of the basket. Subway sandwiches, strawberries, apples, juice, water, yogurt, and chocolate cake.

"Did you made that yourself?" I asked, pointing at the chocolate cake.

He nodded disappointedly. "Nope, bought it."

"Oh."

He handed me a subway sandwich and poured juice for me. "Have I already said that you look stunning?" he asked, giving me a once over.

"Well you just did." I chuckled, "You look great too."

"You look better pudding." he winked, sitting down.

"Oh I know." I flipped my hair and smiled at him.

He just shook his head and laughed loudly. "Cute."

We ate in silent, Flynn occasionally throwing bread crumbs at me. After that we talked about plans for the future. And then about Ximena and family.

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Half way he stopped talking, and held my hand. His touch sent shivers down my spine. "I want to ask you something." he said nervously, grabbing something out of his pocket.

If he's asking me to marry him, I swear I will drown him in that river.

"No." he said, as if he could read my mind. "I'm not going to ask you to marry me. Who the hell goes from friendzone straight to marriage? Even though I wouldn't mind, it's just unrealistic."

Oh thank goodness.

"But," he said. He pulled his hands out of his pocket and my eyes widened at what he was holding. A round cut white fire opal gold ring. So goddamn pretty. "This is a promise ring. I swear I didn't meant to fall in love or I thought I wasn't capable of falling in love. But then you appeared and yeah how cliche it may sound, I started wanting everything. Your smile, your jokes, you. Just all of you. I'm not the best, but I promise I'll love you with all my heart. So Jill Pudding Malik, this is my way of stepping out of the friendzone. Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

I couldn't hold back my tears. This was all so unrealistic. I thought this only happened in fairy tales. Reina was right. He is the modern version of prince on the white horse.

Gentleman in a bugatti.

My heart was pounding against my chest and I wiped my tears away. "Of course, oh my god. This is so cute."

The things I felt for him right now were indescribable. Butterflies were erupting in my stomach as he slid the ring on my ring finger of my left hand. I was so surprised that it fit perfectly.

"It's so beautiful. Oh my god Vasilios !" I squealed walking around the table and straddling him. I didn't care if there were kids in the park. He tilted my face and planted a kiss on my lips.

"Will you please come up with a better nickname pudding?" he whispered against my lips.

I chuckled. "Maybe, but I like that one."

"My last name is not a nickname pudding." he put his hands around my waist and at that moment I realized I was wearing a skirt.

How did I managed to straddle him in a skirt?

"Black thongs. Cute." Flynn whispered in my ear, making me jump out of his lap, but he held me firmly in place.

"Vasilios, let go of me."

"Oh pudding. The only time I will let go of you is when I'm gonna grab your ass and right now is not the right time since we want to keep things pg-13 for those kids over there." he smirked, pointed at two kids playing on the grass.

As I already mentioned before. Flynn without dirty jokes, is not Flynn.

He placed another kiss on my jaw, when his face turned serious. "I need to tell you something."

"What?" I asked. I remembered him saying the same thing when we were in the plane, before I fell asleep. "You said the same thing in the plane, but I fell asleep and you never told me anything afterwards."

"Well," he said, "Because it needs to be said at the right time. And I think this is the right time."

"So what is it?" I was starting to get curious.

"Remember that---"

I put my finger on his lips when my eyes darted to a couple behind him. The man looked exactly like Flynn. Well, a little older.

It was creeping me out and Flynn's story could wait. This was way more important. Why was there another Flynn in this park, with a beautiful woman. They were old, yes, but even a person with a bad eye sight could see that the old man was a copy of Flynn.

"Flynn." I whispered, "Why does that man look like an older version of you?"

Flynn turned his head around and his eyes widened.

"Mom, dad?! What are you guys doing here?"

Jill Malik P.O.V

"What are you doing here, son?" The old man, Flynn's dad, asked astonished as he looked back and forth at Flynn and I. "And who is this lady? Why are you on my table?"

"Dad, as far as I know this is a public park."

His mom giggled. "Oh honey, you don't know the history don't you?"

"What history?" Flynn asked confused, he loosened his grip from my waist. I took that as an opportunity to get off his lap. I straightened my skirt and sat down next to him, looking at his parents.

They were old. Probably in their late fifties or early sixties. Now, I can see where Ximena got all her beauty from. Her mom looked stunning, for an old lady.

His dad cleared his throat. "Well, I ask your mom to be my girlfriend on this very same table."

"What?!" Flynn and I exclaimed simultaneously.

Talk about history repeating itself.

"Why do you sound so surprised?" his mom asked, and then looked at me with a warm smile. "And who are you young lady?"

"She's Jill." Flynn answered for me. "My girlfriend."

His mom's eyes widened. "Really?! Since when?"

"Since a couple of minutes ago."

"You asked her to be your girlfriend on my table?" his dad exclaimed.

"Dad, it's not your table." Flynn said through gritted teeth, a little bit annoyed.

His mom patted the back of his dad. "Honey, it's okay. You should be happy, this table brings luck. We have been together for so long now."

"That's right honey." His dad turned his attention to me. "And what is your full name young lady?"

"Jill." I answered, but then realized he wanted my full name. "Jill Malik."

"Friend of Ximena?" the old lady asked surprised. "She always talks about you and I didn't had a clue who you were. I'm Jolie, but you can call me Jo. Your future mother-in-law." She winked at me as she said the last sentence.

It was weird that I've never saw them before. Even on Ximena's graduation ceremony and engagement party. Now I remember that I saw a glimpse of them during both the graduation ceremony and engagement party, but I never bothered to ask who they were.

"I'm Sullivan, nice to meet you dear." the old man gave me a kind smile.

"Nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Vasilios."

"So," Jolie looked at her son, "When are you going to bring her for dinner."

Flynn face turned sour. "Mom!" he grunted, "Dinner has to wait. At least for a couple of months."

"What!" Jolie's eyes widened, it looked like she was about to get a mini heart-attack. "Months?! Honey, why?"

"Because," Flynn let out a deep sigh, "I know that once I bring her to dinner, the topic marriage will follow me everyday, all day. We just started dating."

Jolie pouted. "Honey." She looked at Sullivan with pleading eyes. "Tell your son to bring Jill to our family dinner." She then looked at me. "You're perfect for my son, better than that Zoe girl."

"Mom!" Flynn warned. "Zoe was once my friend."

"Was." his mom said, "Until you turned her into a ...." Jolie stopped talking and made a ugly face. "Anyway, you are way better. Educated with a successful job and you have morals. Just what my son need."

Flynn looked at his dad with pleading eyes. "Can you please tell mom to talk a little less?"

"You will not, Sullivan!" Jolie warned.

Sullivan sighed deeply and looked at me. "Sometimes I feel like a middle child."

I chuckled when he said that. "So are you guys going to have a picnic here?" I asked.

Sullivan nodded. "Yes, it's our anniversary."

That's the most sweetest thing I've ever heard. This is what I call relationship goals.

"We were about to leave." I said, standing up and started to pack and clean the table. "We were done anyway."

Flynn stood up and helped me pack. We cleaned the table so Jolie and Sullivan could have their date in peace.

"I'll see you later Mr. and Mrs. Vasilios." I waved at them.

"See you soon Jill." They waved back.

Flynn swung his arm around my shoulder and pushed me against him.

"So, your mom is interesting."

Flynn grumbled. "I'm sorry you had to hear that about Zoe. My mom can sometimes be a little bit straight forward."

I shrugged. "I guess that's fine by me. But we should talk about your regulars if you want this relationship to work."

He nodded. "I know you would ask me about this sooner or later. Don't worry, I will. But not now."

He looked at me and planted a kiss on my forehead. "Today, I just want to kiss you. A lot."