Jade’s nerves were even worse than before a kill. Maybe in a way, this date was a bit like a kill. He had one shot to do this right, to end the night with success and he had to be prepared. He’d been running around his room for about two hours now. In that time, he’d changed clothes about five times. His outfit was either too casual, too formal or just plain wrong. It’d been since high school that the assassin had been so nervous. As he made his way from the bathroom to his nightstand and back, he couldn’t stop muttering curses. It was a nasty habit of his but nothing could stop it, unfortunately.
With a sigh he turned to look at the clock on his nightstand. He had ten minutes left to get to the lobby. Quickly he ran a hand through his hair, pushing aside the few remaining stubborn brown locks. A bit of aftershave, his father’s watch and his mother’s necklace. He knew he probably wouldn’t be needing the latter just yet, but the feeling of the silver in his pocket, caressing his fingertips, calmed him somehow. At exactly 8 pm Jade was in the lobby, waiting for Mauve to arrive. He just hoped he wouldn’t screw this up as well.