Soulmates & Twin Flames

22 - Witchcraft

I like Daniel, and the way he looks at my best friend. When Olga speaks, Daniel stops and listens like her voice is the only thing that matters in the universe.

Now, that's love.

I know deep in my heart that given the chance, Roman and I could have the same thing. It still hurts when I think about him.

But tonight, we concentrate on Daniel. It's his thirtieth birthday and we are celebrating on a rooftop downtown with a costume party. He is... Well, he is our spiky haired Hercules, and he sure looks the part of a demi-god with his bursting muscles, tattoos and toga dress.

"Long live Hercules!" we cry, raising our neon-green drinks to the starry sky.

Absinthe makes us roar like feral animals.

Thanks to Olga and the sugar spoons she hands out, the hellfire in our throats eases within seconds. She is dressed up as a punk-ass fairy tonight with wings fluttering behind her sexy, forest green dress.

I'm willing to offer another round of shots for Hercules and his fairy queen, but before I can form the words, someone protests behind me.

"Hey! You did shots without me!"

When I turn around, I meet Nate's handsome face and crooked smile.

"Hey, Abby," he says, cocking his head.

My surprise slowly fades into a welcoming smile. 

Nate's always around when I'm hanging out with Olga and Daniel. Our conversations are brief, fun and on a surface level, and his jokes never fail to make me giggle. He hasn't asked me about Roman and I didn't want to mention him either. Figured, it's better this way.

My gaze lingers on the white lab coat Nate's wearing over a pair of jeans and a neat, white shirt. A stethoscope and a giant, glittery human heart hangs around his neck. What is he supposed to be? A doctor?

"Are you dressed as a heart surgeon?" I guess, raising a brow.

"Yeah." He grins.

Of course he is. He even brought a couple of sexy nurses with him.

"Are you scheduled for a double heart surgery tonight, doctor?" I ask, nudging his arm with my elbow.

"Maybe." He chuckles uncomfortably. Then patting the top of his head, he steps away from his dates. They don't seem to mind Nate's absence while they sip their champagnes and chat with each other in a different language. "And what kind of witch are you?" Nate asks, eyeing my black corset, mini tulle skirt, and leather garters.

I shoot him a coy smile. "The kind that steals hearts."

Wiggling my fingers, I make a move for the heart dangling across his chest, but Nate catches my hand in mid-air.

"You must tell me what kind of potion you're brewing first."

The way his lips twitch into a half grin reminds me of Roman. I blink away the memory of his brother and present Nate my cauldron shaped bag. "A love potion," I reply. "Though the bar has some pretty great cocktails. I'm going to get myself a strawberry mojito."

"Mojitooo!" Nate throws his head up in a wicked laughter and rubs his hands.

He is a man-child! A hot, silly, and funny one. I burst out laughing, take his hand, and lead him to the bar.

While Nate leans over the counter to order our drinks, I take this brief opportunity to study his profile. His dark hair is gelled back tonight. I prefer it messy, with strands falling onto his forehead. The shape of his thick eyebrows is similar to his brother's, except Nate's are not fixed in a constant frown. If anything, they seem constantly amused.