Unpredictable || Kilgrave

2

The weather remained unpredictable in New York City, and before leaving her apartment, she armed herself with thick boots, heavy coat, and a spare umbrella the color of violet.

But by the time she arrived at the job, a small restaurant hidden between two brick buildings, she was drenched from head to toe.

Luckily the heater in the worker's little cubbyhole worked just enough to warm her up as she shed her outer layers, revealing a waitress dress that was knee-length.

Tying an apron over the red fabric, she grabbed her notepad and began her usual day.

Usually time flew, as quick as the countless orders and dishes she served. But today seemed slow, and she started to zone out a little by evening.

Startled when a fellow waitress nudged her and pointed to a booth. "Serve that gentleman for me, will ya?"

Before Liz could respond, the other woman whisked away, and she sighed as she headed over to the booth, not really paying any attention to the man.

"Welcome to A Night in Paris. Would you like a drink or appetizer to start out with?"

"Elizabeth?"

Lifting her head, her eyes widened as she smiled. "Kevin! What a coincidence. Wait, are you stalking me?"

He coughed awkwardly. "Um, no. Just a coincidence I suppose."

A silence settled while they just stared at each other before she remembered what she was doing. "So drink? Appetizers?"

"How about you join me?"

Taken back, but flattered, she shook her head. "I can't, I'm working."

"Sit."

As if her legs had a mind of their own, she sat in the opposite side of the booth, suddenly nervous.

"I don't know if this is allowed, I mean, cause the rules say-"

"Liz, relax."

Immediately her nerves vanished as if his soothing tone worked magic.

But when another waitress suddenly appeared, her nerves came rushing back.

"Liz, what are you doing? Ain't you supposed to be working?"

"Um.."

"Excuse me." Kevin intervened. "I believe you're mistaken, Elizabeth has gotten off work early, cover for her, and bring us your best wine."

The waitress nodded slowly before leaving them in peace, and Liz turned to him curiously. "How did you do that? Are you like famous or something?"

"It's none of your concern." He said in that charming tone, and she didn't think about the situation again.

Soon the waitress returned with an expensive bottle of wine which Kevin smoothly poured into the two wine glasses.

Picking up hers, she tasted it and smiled. "You sure know how to charm a girl." She commented.

He tilted his head slightly as he swirled the contents in his cup around. "I believe you're the first woman that's ever said that to me, willingly of course."

Brushing off his last remark as a joke, she frowned lightly. "You've never had a special woman in your life?"

"One." He sighed. "But after so many times of rejection, I finally have come to terms that we were never meant to be."

Not fully realising it at first, she had set down her glass to grab his empty hand that rested on the table.

"That's a remarkably sad tale, and I would know. But maybe fate planned it to happen because fate knows who you are truly meant to be with."

His eyes flicked from her small hand clutching his, then to her green eyes that stared intently at him. "She tried to kill me." He stated simply. "So fate must have an incredibly dry sense of humor."

"Oh."

Withdrawing her hand, she was surprised when he grabbed hers.

"So, you said you have a similar tale of woe?"

This time when she withdrew, he let her, as she absentmindedly tucked a strand of her dark brown hair behind her ear. "To shorten it, I loved him but he didn't love me. And I know it wasn't my fault, but I feel guilty whenever I think about the relationship."

"Guilty?" He questioned.

"The love of my life convinced me it was my fault before he left me pregnant with his child, and as any desperate person in that situation, I begged him to stay. But he left and two months later after living in a homeless shelter, I had a miscarriage."

"I felt guilty because I knew if I had convinced him to stay, our child might have survived. Now I gotta live with this guilt for the rest of my life knowing the man I used to love is living a life with everything he wants while I struggle to push on."

Feeling something cold slither down her cheek, she came back from the onslaught of memories and wiped it away with one hand. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I told you all this."

"It's alright, Elizabeth."

"Call me Liz, please."

"Fine, Liz." He said with a faint smile, but behind the usual darkness in his eyes was a flicker of a flame. "If it's no bother, could you tell me his name?"