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The Originals ~ mika

no one really knows how corbyn besson came across mika sanders, well, except the two themselves...

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mika sanders had never really been seen as..how do i say this, likable. she had never really been seen as likable by the outside world. sure, she was pretty. but for society? that was about it. she was weird, quirky, had her own opinions about things and didn't let people walk all over her. 

it wasn't ideal.

so, in new orleans, she hoped to get a fresh start. have friends. even if her siblings were back in oregon. 

so, as she worked tirelessly in the bar owned by a certain layla luna, a blonde boy walked into the place.

"hello," mika smiled, putting the rag she was using to wipe the bar down away and washing her hands. "what can i get for you?"

corbyn watched her, raking his eyes over her features. "ah, aperol spritz." he hummed, looking at her still. he noticed the slight bags under her eyes, the slowness of her movements, and the unhappy look in her eyes.

he thought that no one this beautiful deserved to be this sad.

she nodded, forcing a smile, "alright," she hummed, turning a bit and sliding the aperol spritz over to the blonde. "anything else?"

"yes, uhm, i actually came here to see layla." he told the girl, biting the inside of his cheek.

mika nodded, "layla!" she called, walking to the back.

"who is it?" layla whispered to the girl.

"i don't know, blonde, looked about 5'7 or 5'8." mika sighed, shrugging.

"blue eyes?" layla whispered, setting a hand on the counter next to her.

"yeah." mika nodded, running a hand through her hair.

"corbyn!" layla called, smiling and walking out of the back, holding her arms out.

corbyn sighed, thinking that it was fairly informal to hug someone before a business meeting, but proceeding to hug the woman anyway. "hello, layla." he murmured.

"i haven't seen you since 1919." layla whispered, obviously not wanting the very human girl at the bar to hear that the two had met around 94 years ago.

i mean, it'd be impossible, seeing as layla looked around 32, and corbyn looked about 20.

"yes, well, father isn't here to run us out of a town we love anymore." corbyn whispered, layla pulling him towards the back so they could talk.

and they came back around half an hour later, mika cleaning the tables.

"who's that?" corbyn whispered.

"most hard working employee, mika sanders." layla murmured, "why?"

"she's sad."

"i don't talk to her a lot, find out for me." layla hummed, patting his shoulder and walking towards the back of the bar.

corbyn blinked, walking out, but not before mika called after him, "have a nice day!"

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and the next day, corbyn set out on a mission.

to get rid of the sadness in mika sanders eyes.