Coffee-wanted and very much needed. As a student in Prague, Kamila Wesson can't survive without it. The Kavarna Prazirna offers that and much more when she bumps into a handsome stranger one day.
What or who else does she soon learn she can't live w...
A gust of wind kicks up the curtains of my bedroom window. I knew the weather was turning chilly, but I'd heard nothing of this. As I move to block out the aggressive draft, twin eerie orange orbs peer out of the darkness at me.
Is that the neighbor's cat again? Has to be...
Trying in vain to shrug off any silly worries, my hand has just passed the window's frame when a low, guttural growl stops me. No cat would make that noise. Ignorant of what awaits me, I glance outside.
What is that? More importantly, why is it moving closer?
The last thing I remember seeing is a flash of crystal blue darting in between the inhuman being and me. Unable to process what is going on, my mind reels. I don't even register that I was screaming before my body hits the floor.
And all too soon, the world fades to black...
_ _ _
...Two Months Earlier...
I'm standing a few steps away from my favorite stop for coffee in the city, Kavarna Prazirna, looking around me. Ever since coming to Prague, I've been drawn to this place.
What should be a relaxing Saturday for me, a time to forget about university and my lack of social life, is changed by one accident. Bumping into anyone wasn't part of my plan.
"Oh, I'm so sorry."
A cluster of three people look at me with different reactions. The regular, gruff barista eyes me, readying a grumble. A small, older lady doesn't seem to understand English to accept my apology. She quickly scurries off.
But then...then there's him.
Towering above me is a strikingly handsome man with golden brown eyes and a subdued smile aimed in my direction. He's the only one who speaks.
"Are you okay, Miss?"
His hand steadies me as I stumble the rest of the way into the coffeehouse. With that simple touch, everyone else has melted away. This stranger has locked on to me, and I can't remember why I apologized.
"I'm fi...fine. Thank you."
Still standing smack dab in front of the entrance, I feel him clutch my arm to move me out of the way. We're backed up against the bar now. For some reason, I sit on a stool next to him.
Just like this place, I am drawn to this mystery man.
...Three Caffe Lattes Later...
"So you just let him take you to the wrong place?"
Chance, the stranger I so gracefully staggered into, is telling me about his first days in Prague.
"What was I supposed to do? He didn't speak English, and I didn't speak Czech."
"And how did that go? Did you enjoy your time being a 'brown noser'? Hmm?"
Chance laughs. A streak of red colors his cheeks. I can't believe he climbed a ladder to look through a seventeen-foot statue's butt.
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