The Mafiaso And The AD 1024

Morning Mishap

After ensuring the child was safe and out of harm's way, I continued on my path to work.

The weight of what had just happened lingered in the back of my mind, but I forced myself to push it aside.

I needed to focus, to blend in, to keep pretending that I was just another normal person with a normal job.

The city hummed around me, oblivious to the world that existed just beneath its surface-the world I was deeply entangled in.

As I approached the building where I worked, I took a deep breath, trying to reset my mind for the day ahead.

I stepped into the lobby, walking briskly towards the elevator. But as I rounded a corner, I collided with a solid wall of muscle-no, not a wall, but Donte.

His cup of coffee tipped, spilling its contents all over his pristine suit.

My eyes widened as the dark liquid soaked into the expensive fabric, outlining the hard lines of his abs through his shirt.

"Do you have any idea how much this suit costs?!" he snapped, his voice firm and irritated. With that stern edge, I was starting to recognize all too well.

I winced internally but kept my expression calm. "Oh, calm down," I said, rolling my eyes. With a casual wave of my hand, I snapped my fingers.

The coffee stain vanished, the smell disappeared, and his suit looked as pristine as it had been before our unfortunate encounter.

He stared at me, his expression a mix of surprise and suspicion. "What was your coffee?"

I asked, more out of habit than genuine curiosity, as I prepared to fix the second part of the problem.

"Dark, one sugar," he replied, still watching me closely.

I nodded slightly, snapping my fingers again. The cup reappeared in his hand as if it had never fallen in the first place, the liquid inside still steaming as though it had just been poured.

He looked at the cup, then back at me, his eyes narrowing. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?"

His tone was more amused now, though there was still a trace of something else-something wary.

I met his gaze, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips. "Just making sure you can get through your day without any more mishaps,"

I said lightly, though my mind was already elsewhere, wondering if he would press me for more answers, if he would dig deeper into the mystery of what I could do.

But instead of questioning me further, he took a sip of his coffee, his eyes never leaving mine.

"I suppose I should be grateful," he said, his tone softening just a bit. "You saved me from an embarrassing meeting."

"Consider it part of my job," I replied, keeping my tone light. "After all, I did say I needed to keep my boss in one piece."

Donte gave a small chuckle, the tension between us easing slightly. "I'll have to watch where I'm going next time," he said, a rare hint of humour in his voice.

I nodded, starting to move past him towards the elevator. "Probably a good idea," I said over my shoulder.

As I stepped into the elevator, I could still feel his gaze on me, that calculating look that made me wonder just how much he had figured out about me.

The doors closed, and I let out a small breath, trying to push the morning's events out of my mind.

But as the elevator ascended, I couldn't shake the feeling that the world I was so carefully hiding was slowly creeping into the one I was supposed to be blending into.

And as much as I wanted to deny it, I knew that something had shifted between Donte and me. Something that neither of us fully understood yet.