Hearts on Auto

Her First Everything

Come on; Come on. Please, turn on. The blonde french woman frantically tried and tried again to turn her most definitely aged cell phone on, but it seemed that it had finally met its last minute. Out of all the times it could have decided to screw up, it had to be this one! Rain poured onto it as she attempted to fix it, but it almost seemed impossible due to the liquid getting into the cracks. The situation was clear. The phone was fried, and she was officially stuck.

The female finally quit, deciding it was a lost cause. She simply stood amid the falling tears of the sky. Thunder came but she did not jump. A little bit of it was not a bad thing. What was a bad, more unfortunate, event was the fact that nothing was working. She knew God was with her at all times, yet there she was waiting for someone to be kind enough to help her start her car which had of course broken down on the side of the bridge then had somehow locked her out.

Purple irises, matching the five amethysts on the ring around her right ring finger, looked over the horizon, its dark, star-ridden sky and shining, midnight waters reflecting in them, which suddenly glowed brighter. "Are you alright, lass? You seem to be in quite the mess. Your car not starting?" a low voice finally came. Her head turned towards the male, tall and quite handsome. It even seemed to put her in a bit of a trance for a moment before she once again gained herself. His hair was a beautiful blue, short hair standing up on the top with a long flowing tail hanging on his muscular shoulder. Red eyes glimmered in the moonlight as white teeth sparkled, a fang on the side of his smile.

Those red eyes- she knew them but who they belonged to she was unsure. He looked so familiar - so familiar. Who was this man? She studied him for a fraction of a second, trying not to get caught staring. He was most certainly handsome - so handsome. What was the flutter in her chest? Why was she feeling it? Why was she starting to feel the butterflies migrating to her stomach?

"A-ah," she stammered, barely audible due to the rain muffling it. "Yes, I have not been having the best of luck tonight, and my car broke down. When I tried to call my roommate, it seemed that the rain was getting into my phone, frying it," she explained with a slightly embarrassed tone. The oddly-familiar looking male gave a small chuckle, trying to lighten up the mood. Luckily, he was successful, and the young woman was laughing. "Would you mind helping me?" Blue hair bobbed up and down.

"You can hop in my car until I get this fixed. There should be a towel in the back; you can dry off a bit with that," he told her. She shook her head before opening her mouth to speak – that is she was going to speak until her rescuer interrupted the start of her statement. "If you are worried that I will do something bad to you, I swear I will not. I have to fix your car, so I won't even be near you. Also, I would not like for you to get a cold. You are already so soaked." Reluctantly, she nodded- and turned towards the car.

Her eyes widened once she got a glance. It was not a truck or a normal car as she was expecting, but a Chulainn – the best car on the market, and not only that but they were extremely expensive. She turned to him, seeing him looking at the engine of her car which honestly looked like a piece of moldy bread compared to what she had been told to sit in. "Um, are you sure you would like me sitting in your car? That's a five and a half million-dollar car." Red eyes went to her with a sudden smile appearing.

"Of course you can. Don't worry; that's an old car. It's not even worth half of what it was originally worth. Plus, I have others. Just hop in," he urged her. He has others?! How much money does this man have?! Seriously, half of that car is still worth more than all of my possessions combined times five!

"O-oh, um, alright." And with that, she was suddenly inside the best brand of car in the world, wrapped in a previously neatly folded towel from the back. She looked through the tinted windows of the automobile, watching as the stranger looked at the engine of the car. Her eyes soon went to the setting around her. Her eyes studied the luxurious features. Abruptly, the door of the driver's side opened and closed. Looking to her left, she was staring into the red eyes of her helper. He scratched his head.