Chapter 68: A Date With Yuki
It was evening. Sasha drove me to the location where I was supposed to meet Yuki. She had been talking non-stop the entire way, giving me a million reasons why I shouldn’t bring up the fact that I’m pregnant. She kept saying that it would end the date way too quickly and that no one actually wants to date a pregnant girl. She told me it just scares them off before things even start.
She said a lot of other things too, but those were the only words that were really stuck in my head. They looped around like a broken record.
I was finally at the hotel, sitting there and waiting for Yuki to show up. Her secretary, a young lady named Suzy who looked like she hadn’t smiled once in her entire life, told me she would be out in a moment.
I sat in the lobby, looking around at the high ceilings and the expensive-looking rugs. This was one of the Kings Hotels. In fact, it felt like every single hotel in Oakland was called The Kings. You couldn’t turn a corner without seeing that name plastered on a building.
"Okay, who is the lucky fan I have to go on a date with today?"
I quickly stood up and turned around to see Yuki walking toward me. She looked exactly how I had imagined she would from her videos. she was wearing oversized streetwear, bright Nike sneakers, and these amazing happy-face stockings. She had a bandana tied tightly around her hair, with only a few strands of her pink hair showing. I remembered reading that she always changes her hair color weekly, so I guess this was the pink week.
I waved my hand a little bit to get her attention as she looked around the lobby, searching for her date.
"Did Suzy scare my date away already?" she muttered to herself, turning slightly to look toward the desk.
I walked up to her, my heart doing a little flip in my chest.
"Hi, Yuki. I’m the one," I said. I reached out and tapped her lightly on the shoulder.
She kept looking around for a second more before she finally stopped to actually look at me.
"Oh, you’re the one. I honestly thought Suzy showed you her demon face and threw you out on the street. Or maybe she just killed you. She’s done that to like 20 fans now, I lost count," she said.
I just stood there and stared at her, feeling completely confused. Was she serious?
Then she suddenly burst out laughing, a loud and genuine sound. "Look at you. I was totally joking. By the way, I’m Yuki Bangs."
She extended her hand toward me. That’s just how Yuki is. I’ve seen it in interviews. She’s always making weird jokes and laughing by herself while everyone else tries to keep up. I reached out and shook her hand. Her grip was firm.
We were now standing outside the hotel, waiting for her car to be brought around by the valet. She had both of her hands shoved deep in her pockets, and we’d gone quiet for a minute after the introductions were over. It felt a little awkward, just standing there on the sidewalk.
"So, you’re my fan. You probably know a lot about me already. This whole date thing is really about me getting to know my fans for a change. Honestly, I never even thought I had a single fan here in Oakland. So, Faye Grande, right? What do you usually like to do on a date?" she asked casually, looking out at the street.
Being with her right now was more than enough for me. I didn’t even care where we went. I just needed to post this on my Insta so my friends back in Redwood could see that I finally met the Yuki Fangs. They all used to say that meeting her was just a fantasy...
"Can I take a picture of us? I really want to post it on my page," I asked, holding up my phone.
"Sure, why not," she said easily.
I pulled out my phone and took a few pictures of us standing there. I made sure to smile big, and she did too, raising two fingers near her face in a peace sign. She looked like she was having fun.
After taking about three different shots, I picked the best one where my hair didn’t look crazy and uploaded it right away on my Insta. I used the hashtag #datewithyuki.
"Okay, Faye, are you done with the paparazzi stuff?" she asked casually, a smirk on her face.
"Yes, I’m done," I said, tucking my phone back into my pocket.
"So... how do you usually do dates?"
"Oh. I’ve never actually been on a date before. You’re actually my first date ever, Yuki," I admitted. I felt a bit embarrassed as soon as the words left my mouth. I may have had a first kiss and a first time with somebody.... but I had never been on an actual, proper date. And now my idol is my first one. It was great, but also so embarrassing that I just told her that.
"Wow, are you making that up just to be sweet? Because that’s kind of cool if it’s true," she said, looking at me with interest.
"No, I’m really not," I said, shaking my head.
She nodded slowly, like she was processing that information and taking it seriously.
"Okay then, I know you now. As my loyal fan, it’s my official duty to give you the best date I possibly can. We’re going to make this count," she said.
She smiled at me, showing off that famous golden tooth of hers. I remembered when she lost one of her real teeth in a fight and decided to replace it with solid gold. It caught the evening light.
"I’m so happy right now. Yuki is my date and she wants to give me the best date ever. You’re honestly amazing," I said, feeling like a total fangirl.
"Well, I’ve heard that a lot. Every fan of mine says I’m amazing," she replied, letting out a little chuckle.
The car finally arrived at the curb. it was a bright green sports car that looked like it cost more than a house. The driver stepped out and handed her the keys. She walked around and opened the door for me, waiting until I got in. Then she ran around to the other side and jumped in as well.
"So, I’m taking you somewhere outside of Oakland. I don’t really want to hang around here for long," she said as she started the loud engine.
"Why would you want to take me out of Oakland? There are a lot of nice places to go here," I said, looking out the window at the city lights.
"Yes, I know that. Even if I hate to admit it. But this whole town just reeks of Alphas. The hotels, the malls, even the bottled water you buy at the store. Alphas are always trying to dominate everything and mark their territory. It’s the most stupid shit ever. So I’m taking you somewhere that’s completely Alpha-free. Don’t worry, I’ll get you back home early," she said.
"Okay..."
I said the word quickly as she began to drive away from the hotel.
Oh fuck. I better not let her find out that I’m carrying an Alpha’s pup right now. If she hates Alphas that much, this date is going to end exactly how Sasha said it would.
