Writing Prompts - Foretelling

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- True Love (?) -

Most people believed magic, along with other special abilities, to be nonexistent.

That it never existed and certainly not now.

If it would, people would definitely know, with the whole modern technology and social media; a monitored socialisation where nothing is really hidden from anyone anymore.

With a single press of a button or on a screen, everyone could know your deepest, darkest secrets.

So, as you would imagine, it was quite funny for someone with such an ability, people would believe as magical, to stay hidden without anyone the wiser.

Philomena sighed, waved goodbye to her coworker and left the small coffee shop she worked at.

Today had simply been an exhausting day.

It began with her discovering that her phone didn't charge over the night (she discovered that she didn't put the charger in correctly and hadn't bothered the night before to watch for three seconds if the typical loading symbol popped up, to indicate that the phone was, in fact, charging, because she had been so tired, that she simply turned around and immediately fell asleep) and while she got ready, with her phone actually charging this time, her breakfast fell down on the ground after she bumped against the cutting board. Sighing in annoyance, she had knelt down and immediately cut herself on a shard.

After that, she left the house. With the phone at 48%, no breakfast and a slightly, what was once a relatively wide and loose, tight black t-shirt (because apparently it had shrunk in the washing machine and she didn't have any time to look for other clothes, so she simply went with that) and was already finished with her day, wishing it was over before she even left the house.

Of course, the bad things didn't stop there.

At work she slipped and nearly spilled a steaming pot of hot coffee all over some customers, nearly burned herself (not once, but twice, no, nearly five times) and had to break up a fight of two customers that was on the way of becoming very physical. Seriously, were these people really in their forties or did they all get stuck at age fifteen, with an ego so big it would never be able to fit inside their head?

At least today was no Karen incident - that would have been her breaking point.

She sat down on the bench, in the blessedly quiet park, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her lungs inhaling the fresh air that was whirling all around her and playing with her clothes.

Today may have been a bad day, but it wasn't a complete disaster. Things could have been a hundred times worse. And that's saying something, considering today went not quite well.

"Rough day?"

Her heartbeat stopped, only to come back three times as fast.

She opened her eyes again and looked up.

A dimple peeking out of only one cheek.

Green eyes, nearly hidden by a short curtain of black locks.

A crooked nose.

A silver earring in the form of a star dangling from one ear lobe.

"Maybe a little."

"Tell me."

He sat down beside her and presented her with the box he held in his hands.

The delicious smell of pizza crawled into her nose and she was reminded that all she had was a small sandwich a few hours ago.