Strings of Fate

Strings of Fate

2- Shifters and Scribbles

Trying to distract myself from the mysterious blue thread, I work harder than I ever have in my life. Sadly, my tips don’t show it. The customers who come here really do tend to be rather snobby. I am watching the clock as 1 work.

About an hour has passed when I finally allow myself to glance at my blue thread again. I gasp as I realise that the person it is connected to is in the restaurant right now. It leads to a woman sitting at table thirteen.

She looks to be in her early twenties like me and has pitch black hair with a slight wave to it cascading down her back. It is only a couple inches shorter than mine. Her skin is tan and. even from over here I can see she is absolutely stunning.

Trying to keep my nervousness from my face, I approach the table to take her order. As I come close, she looks up and meets my eyes and Lam surprised to see they are a golden. yellow colour. I glance down at her arm. She is wearing a gorgeous black dress that is probably worth more than I make in an entire month.

Thankfully, it is a halter neck which leaves her arms totally clear so I can see her mark. Her marks are black and the design wrapping around her arm is striking, I notice there are slashes through it that look like they might be meant to look like claw marks. Combining that with her golden eyes, it is pretty clear that she is a Shifter.

This concerns me a little, as Shifters don’t tend to befriend people who aren’t also Shifters. In fact, even amongst themselves, Shifters are picky about who they associate with.

You would rarely see a feline Shifter befriending a canine, rodent or reptile Shifter for example. I start to feel disheartened when I remind myself of the blue thread which is already solidifying and becoming more stable after this slight interaction.

Our friendship is already certain. I need to have faith in that.

I am about to ask for her order when a not–very–subtle cough from the man seated across

from her draws my attention. I had been so caught up in the Shifter woman, my friend–to–be, that I hadn’t even noticed she was with someone.

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that was somewhere between blonde and bronze and, like the woman, has yellowish eyes, although his tip more towards orange than gold. He is wearing a suit so I can’t see

fetch the bottle of wine the man requested and as I bring it to their table. I take the time

linking the two of them at all. I can’t see any threads coming from the woman apart from the blue one linking her to me. The man also has a thread. It is solid and red and leads out towards the door and out of sight. He has already met his soul mate. I guess that the two

minutes later I bring out their food before continuing around to my other tables. I work hard not to be my usual clumsy self, something which is even more difficult than usual as I am completely distracted watching table

plates from their meal and I am about to take their orders

out of his seat and onto his

Earth is happening

My eyes widen, the woman gasps and pulls a hand up to cover her mouth. I am so caught up im

however see as she accepts. There are tears running down her face as she leans forward to kiss the man and he places the ring on her finger. A

not her soul mate, he has another soul mate. He has already met his soul

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threads are fates, so they don’t need my assistance. But if this woman really is fated

chance to talk myself out of it, I scribble a note to her on a scrap of paper

to you is not the right man for you and while it may be unpleasant to hear, I thought I should tell you now in an attempt to spare you more pain in the future. One

I am truly sorry.

I have no idea how this woman is going to react. I know she will be my friend eventually, but she isn’t yet and I don’t want

can’t bring myself to make the note entirely anonymous either. I quickly scribble my initials

to figure out how to slip her the note in a way that won’t alert the man. I decide to try and slip

it on the floor. I bend to pick it up and quickly slip my

marry, what’s mine will be yours. So, it doesn’t really matter at this point.” She decides. She grabs her bag and

until she gets home. I release the breath as she pulls a purse from

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