His eyes were the bluest she had ever seen, crystal-like even. While he showed signs of laughter and joy earlier in the evening, the look in his eyes at that moment was different than any look she had seen before. "Mate", he muttered unintelligibly...
Flipping the 55th page of the 10,000th wedding catalog Eleanor had seen that day, she let out a stressful filled sigh. "I still don't understand, how we are supposed to plan this wedding when this client won't even get back to us, Jess." Usually, Saturdays were filled with pizza and TV marathons, but unfortunately, her boss wanted to make sure that this wedding the company was planning was put in priority of all other events, and had a majority of plans arranged.
So that left Ellie and her best friend, and coworker Jessica stuck inside the office browsing for compatible ideas with their client's plans. Which in itself was not an easy feat. Eleanor was usually a miracle worker when it came to events, but this one had her stuck.
"I don't know either El, I tried calling earlier but apparently the couple is on a pre-marriage trip to Maui, even though that is definitely not an actual thing. So, for now, we have to go off their notes, although that leaves us nowhere. "
You could tell easily that both women had met their points for the day and were ready to call it now, even this early in the afternoon.
"Coffee run Jess? I'll even throw in a croissant from that place you like in town?" Eleanor fished for a breather, knowing far well that there was still coffee down the hall waiting for someone's usage.
"That wouldn't be professional to pause this early before final adjustments to our notes ...but, then I would be out a croissant. I'll put together some ideas, you go get that pastry." Eleanor laughed while shrugging on her coat, throwing a 'thank you' Jess's way before heading to the elevators.
Eleanor was probably one of the few who enjoyed the cold season. The crisp cold air, that makes you want to grab something warm and cuddle it tight, was the very reason she loved it so. Not to mention the snow that falls and lands so perfectly like a giant, soft sparkling blanket. She would prefer this any day, to a stuffy frustratingly suffocating, office, where her ideas seem to get sucked into the vents before she has a chance to use them.
So being out and about with now a carton of two cups of coffee, hers so full of sugar you might not consider it coffee, and a bag with a freshly baked croissant was not so bad at all.
Elliot Clarke, was like many days, filling up his duties, as a royal. From ribbon cutting to overseeing contracts to attending parties for royal comrades, he attended them all. Going to a medium-sized town in Maine, America to visit an event planning company for his future "engagement" and Christmas ball, was to him, in many ways, futile.
He was far aware of his mother's plans for him in the coming Christmas and new year season. While he was the King for werewolves in Europe, there were far more countries and royals, especially in America, that his mother wanted to marry him off too. His mother Isabelle, wouldn't stop until her son promised to meet with 'Amber Jones, Princess of the United States Full Moon Werewolf Pack' to plan engagement plans.
Considering he would be already in America, he got roped into this errand, as well.
Deep into thought, the thought of avoiding a certain brunette with coffees and a pastry failed to enter his mind. The thought that Eleanor should of worn different shoes for the ice than her black flats did, in fact, enter her mind at that moment.
With one slipping a little on ice, and the other being a giant roadblock for a sliding lady, the outcome of a coffee-stained men's jacket, and an embarrassed face of a brown-haired woman, was not that un-predictable.
"I'm terribly sor-" She started, desperate to get her apologies off her tongue, which to her was unfortunately short-lived, as he had simply looked at her and shook himself off before continuing to walk away.
'Well then', she thought to herself, 'I hope to never see him again. Whoever he was.'
Maybe if the certain duo had brushed hands or brushed skin, or maybe if they both weren't wearing gloves, or even if they had that run in, in a different season, that particular tumble would've ended a lot differently.
A/N First Chapter, Awayyyyy woooooo donezo! I hope you'll vote and comment! Also forgot to explain: Wolves have mates in this story but they don't really feel the connection until they touch, whether that be by hands, or just elbows touching, something. In the beginning, it is sort of a common wanting to be around them, almost like best friends. The bond gets more progressive as they grow more attached to each other. They will feel drawn to each other, him more than her, considering she is human. If it still doesn't make sense just hold on because it should explain and show itself in the book. Cheers! xxx
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