Colors

Missy's Point of View

Color. Color flooded my vision. Green, Blue, Purple, pink, and yellow. Those are just a few of the colors I saw before they vanished. I was walking down the busy streets of Las Angeles. The sidewalks overflowing with sweaty monsters (people), each one brushing against me as they passed by. Once I realized what happened I frantically looked around as everything returned to black and white. I know they saw it too. I walked faster, letting my hands brush against every man there, hoping the colors would come flooding back. With my luck, I wasn't surprised when they didn't. I sighed, tucking the loose strands of my hair behind my ears, fixing my long black dress, and walking back towards the tall, slick, building.

When I finally got to the 7th floor, I walked into the fiery pits of hell, only to come face to face with the devil (bosses office, and her boss).
"Hello sir."
I gave him a sweet smile, setting all my paperwork onto his desk, and quickly turning on my heels. I continued walking out of the office untill I heard my name.
"Ms Anderson, I think your forgetting something,"
I turned back around, a slightly annoyed expression on my face. "And what is that, sir?"
He raised his eyebrows, as if it was going to help me remember. After a few more minutes passed he finally sighed, moving the work I gave him to the right side of his desk. He quickly pulled out a binder full of paperwork, dropping it in front of me.
"Your work."
He spoke slowly, smirking at me the whole time, before shooing me away.

My body physically sighed, 'Two minutes till works over...' I thought to myself, finishing up one of the pages. I'm a pretty good worker, so I finished about half of that big ass binderful of work. My heels were beside my chair, with my toes buried into the shaggy rug beneath me. The clock struck 3a.m. and I quickly raised my arms up in victory. Big mistake. Apparently I raised my arms up to fast and forcefully, causing me to push my back against my chair and tip it over. I flung off the chair, my curly thick black hair coming undone, and going everywhere. I quietly laughed, rubbing my eyes and getting up, grabbing all my stuff, and the bulging binder. 'Might as well finish at home.'

Coffee. Coffee sounds great right now. I mean, it's 3 in the morning, I still have half of that binder to do, and I'm thirsty as hell! The only place I know that's open right now is 'Kat's Café'. As I walked inside of the small Café, I heard the soft ding of the over head bell, the familiar sound making me smile. I set all my stuff on one of the tables before going to the counter and looking at the menu.
"Can I get a..... Carmel Frappe,"
I smile at the young girl. She was short, probably around 5'2", she had light grey eyes (because she can only see black and white) that complemented her pale complection, and was no older then 18.
"That'll be ten dollars ma'am."
She had a slightly squeaky voice, but gave a sweet smile. I handed her the money and gave her my name, waiting for the drink.

Mason's Point of View

I added everything for Missy's drink, slightly smiling. 'Such a lovely name....' my smile was genuine as I thought about the woman who owned the name. When I turned around I immediately dropped the drink. It was her. The one that allowed me to see colors. My soulmate.

I quickly dropped onto the floor, cleaning up the mess.
"Mason?... Are you okay?"
The short girl from the counter looked down at me, slightly laughing.
"Yeah... I'm fine April."
I sighed, sitting up and and rubbing my eyes. 'She's just a person. A beautiful, curvey, adorably short, person. And she just happens to be my soulmate.' When I started getting up I realized she might remember me. I'm not ready.

I finally got up, making another drink. I took my time this time, a light tint of grey on my cheeks. When I finished I put the drink on the counter and called her name.
"Missy! Your frappe is done!"
I looked her over, lightly biting my lip. She was about 5'4" dark curly black hair, massive hips and ass. She's probably a D cup, but she has the smallest waist I've ever seen. Her hands were so small and delicate, and her lips were nice and plump. She had a small upturned nose, and her eyes were very light, with slight bags under them, probably from work. When she finally took the drink I gave her a toothy smile, showing off my pearly whites.