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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was somewhere between blonde and bronze and, like the woman, has yellowish

flee to deliver their slip to the kitchen. I fetch the bottle of wine the man requested

me. The man also has a thread. It is solid and red and leads out

hard not to be my usual clumsy self, something which is even more difficult than usual as I am completely distracted watching table thirteen out of the corner of my eye. It is terribly busy and

from their meal and I am about to take their orders

out of his seat and onto

Earth

gasps and pulls a hand up to cover her mouth. I am so caught up im her reactions that I don’t even hear the

ring on her finger. A round of applause goes around the restaurant as

He is not her soul mate, he has another soul mate. He has already met his soul mate, so how can he be proposing to another woman right now? What should I do? Should I be

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But if this woman really is fated to be my close friend, can I really let her marry someone who already has a soul

get the chance to talk myself out of it, I scribble a note

may be unpleasant to hear, I thought I should tell you now in an attempt to spare you more pain in the future. One day I hope to explain myself properly

I am truly sorry.

this woman is going to react. I know she

to make the note entirely anonymous either.

man. I decide to try and slip

I go to place the little folder with the bill inside on the table, I make sure to accidentally slip and drop it on the floor. I bend to pick it up and quickly slip my note in the woman’s bag before I get to my feet, apologise and place the folder on the table directly

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

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

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