Fated

Shopie and Wes

"I wish I knew who they'll be beforehand, you know?" Karen said taking a sip of her coffee. She felt a pang of sympathy for her friend. In order to ensure genetically superior children, The System tied humans to a gold string. This 'string' over a course of a lifetime altered and shifted until it eventually bounded the person to the one they'd be most compatible with.

"I know, but it's all worth it," said Sophie gently squeezing the girls hand. "The system is never wrong."

"I suppose so," Karen sighed leaning back in her chair, "you and Henry are perfect together." 

Sophie touched her ring finger, her gold flickering suddenly in and out of view. She smiled remembering how much of an unremarkable man she thought Henry was, but she supposed she herself wasn't very remarkable. Henry, as it turned out, made her happy, he fit her, in a way she didn't expect—a sudden crash broke her reverie she followed the eyes that were on to the waiter talking with frantic gestures trying to clean up the man she'd crash into. 

"I guess that's your queue," said Karen above the noise watching the waiter, Marcy who was notorious for crashing into objects. Sophie sighed, getting up to assist the two.

"Sir, I'm very sorry about this, are you okay?" Sophie asked as she neared them. The man was chuckling softly, reassuring the flustered girl he was okay. When his eyes found Sophie's, she was struck still. He was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. His midnight black hair curled at the end of his ears, contrasting against eyes starry blue eyes. He had full lips, chiseled cheekbone, long thick lashes. Reminded her of the night, an intangible beauty.

"Things happen," he said throwing a crooked smile at Marcy, who turned red and didn't seem to plan to remove her hand from his chest. Then looking at Sophie he said, "I don't suppose you'll be offering me free coffee for a year?"

"It depends, did you knock into Marcy on purpose?" Sophie said.

"Anything for coffee," his eyes had a certain glint in them where she couldn't tell if he was serious or not. Instead, she nodded to Marcy to start cleaning up, the girl scurried away.

"How about another shirt instead?" Sophie said turning to him.

"I'll be fine, I make stained coffee look good," he said dismissively, "I'm actually looking for Sophie Marion, I'm supposed to be starting training today."

"You're Wesley?" She asked, taking out her tablet, a hologram of his face popped before them.

"Even better in person, right?" He said, then held out his hand. "I go by Wes."

She eyed him, taking his hand. "I'm the one in charge of you for the next few months. This will give you the training skills needed for your next role."

Sophie gestured for him to follow her to the back, filling him about his role in the establishment, while she riled for some new clothes for him.

"I'm sorry about that," she said emerging with a new shirt. "I suppose you won't take it from me when I say this doesn't happen a lot."

"Considering you have back up dress shirts," he took the shirt from her eyeing it. "In my size for that matte­r-my answer would be a hard no."

"It's Marcy," she began, "Don't be Marcy. Please."

"I promise," he agreed then added, "only if you promise free coffee."

She narrowed her eyes studying him, "if you're not a Marcy. I'll consider the free coffee."

"For life?" He said after her, as she walked out the room. "For life, right?"

Wes was a good worker in the month he'd work with them. He'd impressively was not Marcy. Many occasions he'd even saved her from total catastrophes. Sophie had a growing appreciation for him, as did the dishes who no longer had to fear their doom.