My Job In Love

Chapter 3

It was like I knew he was there before I even saw him. "Eli," I said turning around quickly. I ran to him from across my room and flung my arms around him. He wrapped his around me as well. 

"It's good to see you as well Roseline." Eli still after hundereds of years had a hint of an English accent in his voice. I one the other hand was from France. I had lost my accent though, living in America for 93 years would do that too you. Eli made me think of the day he found me. I was laying on the ground of our country home, my sweet Louis dead in my arms. 

*Flashback*

 "Leave him be child," Eli had said in French to me, I looked at him. 

"qui etes-vous," I asked who he was in french.

"My name is Eli," he answered me, and reached his hand out. Tears still clouding my eyes and my cheeks red and puffy. "Do not be afraid of me," he said and I believed him instantly. I took his hand and let Louis fall from my arms with a whimper. "We need to talk my dear," he spoke to me as a father speaks to his daughter, but seemed to me at the time, before I knew who he was. He expalined to me what I would do. How I would help lovers meet their one true soul mate. I would travle the world, see things uniagenable. There was a price though, I would be able to touch and talk too very few people. In that moment I thought I would never want to talk to anyone again. I was wrong. 

*End flashback* 

"Why are you here?" I asked Eli as he looked at me with worried eyes. 

"Somethings wrong."

"What, what is it?"

"Your path has been changed," and with that he was gone, and I was again alone.

"Your path has been changed," I said to myself. "What they fuck does that mean." I walked over to the sofa and sat. My path was changed, what did that even mean? I had a path, I thought this was my path. Helping other people find their paths is my path. I sat there, curling a peice of blond hair between my fingers. Eli had always been misterious, but this, this was just strange. I needed air and space. I grabbed my boots next to the door and strapped them to my feet. The air was soft, and fresh. I loved the way the beeze felt on my face. I settled for a small cafe. After pausing time for 5 minutes to make myself a grande moca cappacino extra creame I picked my spot and settled in. I looked around the cafe. Couples, old people, men and women of all ages. I saw a group of guys sitting at a table and watched as one walked. I recognized him. He has longish blond hair, and his near lime green eyes were unforgettable. He had been in that club, he had looked at me.

He was looking at me right now. I knew I didn't have to, but I turned my gaze away. This boy was beautiful, and made me remember how unique each human is. The boy greated his friends and I watch as he smiled a big bright tooth smile at them and they patted each others backs. "How's Tiff man?" One of his friends asked. This one had long curly brown hair that matched his eyes and went along with his freckled nose. 

"I broke up with her a while ago."

"Why, she was hot?" They all laughed. Men. 

"Yeah she was hot, but I don't know, she was just so, so average, I wanted more."

"Dude you are way too high matenence." A dark skinned man said to him, his hair curly as well, and his dark coco eyes playful. "Pull over a chair ass whole, you make us all look lazy," agian they all laughed. I watched then as greens eyes turned, looked right at me and started walking in my direction. I looked at him as he walked, scared almost, scared that it would hurt when he walked right past me. 

But he didn't walk past me. Looking me dead in the eye, he walked right up to my table and paused. Then he did the one thing that I never could have geussed, he talked. "Can I use this chair?"

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