A Witch's Luck

Chapter 3: Date Night- Witches Only

"... and that is how I found myself in London without a toothbrush." Isis' date laughed heartily.

Isis smiled weakly. "That was... very funny." This was her first date that night and she still had two more to go. With how badly this one was going, she didn't have much hope for the other ones.

Isis' date, Henry, cleared his throat. She startled and realized that he must have been talking to her.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying," Isis asked, trying to be polite.

Henry continued. "I was wondering how you thought tonight went?" He gave her a look he must have thought was sexy. Looked more like he was constipated.

"Well I think-"

"I think that we have amazing chemistry," Henry interrupted. "This right here," he said, pointing at both of them, "is magical." He winked.

Isis resisted rolling her eyes. "Look I-"

"I know, I know." Henry leaned back in his chair, placing his hands behind his head. "But don't be intimidated."

"I'm not." Isis looked at her watch. "My next date should be here soon. I'll call you."

Henry stood up and went in for a kiss. Isis turned her head quickly and cringed when Henry smacked his lips on her cheek.

Henry stepped back, kissed her hand, and winked. "I'll be waiting."

Isis grimaced, waved, and sat back down as Henry left. She placed her head in her hands and groaned.

"Ma'am," the waiter said timidly. "Can I get you something?"

Isis sighed and lifted her head. "Yes, can I have an Old Fashioned please?"

"Of course." As the waiter left, Isis scanned the restaurant. Her date should be here in five minutes. Marie had described him as tall, dark, and handsome. Henry was tall, dark, and boring so Isis doubted her mothers opinion.

The waiter came and set Isis' drink down. Thank the maiden I needed this.

Isis took a drink and noticed a man walking towards her. A very handsome man. He smiled at her and she could feel her cheeks burn. Please be normal.

"Isis," The very handsome man asked.

Isis stood and shook his hand. "Yes. Please sit down."

The very handsome man sat down and smiled. He waved the waiter over and ordered a rum and coke.

Isis composed herself. What am I, 14?

Isis cleared her throat. "I apologize, but I didn't catch your name."

"It's Robert. Robert Smith."

"And what do you do for a living, Robert Smith." Isis smirked and took a drink of her Old Fashioned.

"Well, I am a lawyer at my fathers law firm. I hope to one day make partner or open my own firm. What about you?" Robert leaned forward.

Isis smiled. "I'm surprised you don't already know. I'm a rituals teacher at Seshat Harris..."

Isis trailed off because Robert wasn't looking at her. He was looking over her shoulder and his mouth was hanging open. Isis turned and saw a very beautiful woman in a red sheath dress sitting at a table. She was laughing and holding the hand of her companion, another good looking woman. Am I in a telenovela?

"I'll be right back," Robert stuttered.

"Great," Isis muttered. She turned to watch Robert walk over to the woman in reds table.