The Incubus System

The Incubus System Chapter 5. First Partner

I stiffened as I stared at the menu list in front of me. All the food names looked foreign to me and the price for one portion of food was equal for my food costs for one month.

"One Delmonico, please," she said to the waiter in a neat suit who was standing next to her. She put down her menu on the table and looked at me.
"What do you want to order?"

"My order is the same as yours," I said confidently. Although, I had no idea what Delmonico was.

The waiter put our order on the small computer tablet in his hand.

"Also give us some wine," she added.

The waiter tidied up the menu lists on our table.
"I'll deliver your order soon." Then he lowered his head and left.

I looked at the elegant decoration around me. Paintings and some antiques adorned the room. The entire tables were neatly arranged with fresh flowers and a candle. Smooth carpeted floors and classic music filled the room. This was my first time entering a fancy restaurant. Even when my father was still alive we never entered a place like this.

'If I knew I would eat in a fancy place like this I should have brought better clothes.'

Even all the waiters wore suits that were better than my jacket.

"What is your name?" the woman's voice interrupted my thoughts.

"My name is Et ---" I paused, I could not use my real name in my incubus form.
"Damian. My name is Damian, miss," I continued.

"Nice name. My name is Camila."

"Nice to meet you, Miss Camila," I replied.

A small laugh came out of her mouth after hearing my words.
"I'm not a miss, Damian. I'm already married." Her words made me stiff in shock.

'She married? Then what about her husband? Will I be the cause of their relationship breakdown? '
"Is your husband fine with this?" I asked doubtfully.

A waiter poured the wine into our glass. She took the wine glass and spun it around slowly, her eyes looking at the distance as if her mind wasn't here.
"It's fine, my husband has run away with another woman. He gave me an advice to find another man to have fun. You don't need to worry about him." A wry smile appeared on her lips as she sipped her wine.

"I'm sorry, for reminding you about that," I said, looking down regretfully.

She gave me a reassuring smile, trying to ease my guilt.
"There's no need to think about it," she said. But despite her words, I could see the sadness in her eyes.

I remembered when my father found my mother having an affair with another man and finally divorced, he also had the same gaze as Camila.

'It must be hard for her.'

My mind brought me to my memories. My father's advice when I failed to get my scholarship crossed my head.

"Madam Camila, I know I don't have the right to say this to you since we just met. But don't give up because it's one bad chapter in your life. As long as you keep going, your story doesn't end here. One day you will definitely find your happiness, "I said as I gave her a gentle smile.

After hearing my words, she slowly lowered her glass as she looked at me deeply, her face turning red. A couple of seconds later, her eyes looked teary and her gaze softened as a sweet smile developed on her face.
"Thank you, Damian."

Suddenly a new announcement appeared.

*Ting*
[Congratulations! You have got a partner!]
[Camila Creststream - Human (35)]

'Eh?! Why did she suddenly become my partner? What is this number 35? ' I thought for a moment. 'Perhaps...'

"Madam Camila--"

"Just call my name, Damian," she interrupted.

"Okay." I cleared my throat. "Camila, forgive my impudence. How old are you?"

She gave me a teasing smile.
"Guess it."

I observed her face for a moment. Her face looked beautiful even though she was only wearing thin makeup. Her skin looked smooth and her hair well-groomed. I did not understand why her husband could turn away from a woman as beautiful as her.

"Around 23?" I guessed.

She chuckled.
"Do I really look that young? I'm already 35 years old."

'It turns out to be true, that number is age.'

"How old are you?" she asked after stopping her laugh.

"18 years old," I replied.

She looked surprised after hearing my answer.
"You are still very young for this profession. You have the same age as my daughter."

"Really?" I said with a smile.

She looked at me for a few moments.
"Damian ... Do you mind if I introduce you to my daughter?"

I could only look at her in confusion.

'I'm a prostitute and she wants to introduce me to her daughter?'

"I mean one day, not now," she added quickly.

"I don't mind," I replied.

'As long as it doesn't create problems, I don't mind.'

A waiter pushed a small cart over to us and placed our order on the table. He opened our food cloches. A well-made dish appeared in front of me, its fragrant smell tickling my nose, stimulating my appetite.

"Please enjoy," said the waiter.

"We will continue our chat later," she said.

I nodded to answer her.