Forever His True Mate

Chapter 3

                 Camille and Conor approached a crosswalk and stopped. “Earth to Conor!” Camille said jokingly when she noticed the far off look on his face. “Sorry” he said sheepishly. “Now, how old are you and where are your people from?” she asked. she waited expectantly for his answer as she pushed the button to cross. Conor revealed that he was thirty-two years old and that his family was originally from Ireland and that he had lived pretty much all over the country. At that moment, the crosswalk light turned, and they walked across the street at a steady pace. Once they crossed, they turned left. They could see the Starbucks ahead of them. They only had to walk about a minute longer. She looked at him. “Wow! Really, Ireland? You don't have an accent though. And I totally thought you were around 25!!” She replied with surprise. He aged really well. “Yeah. It took me a long time to get rid of my accent and now it only shows when I'm in a highly emotional state like when I'm really angry.” He explained. “It takes effort for me to keep my accent out of my voice.” Camille replied.  He looked at her with surprise. “I know you speak French, but do you know any other languages?” he asked. Camille looked slightly downtrodden for a moment. “No. I have tried to learn but I don’t have a talent for languages. I only know French because I grew up around it.” She admitted ruefully. “What about you?” She countered attempting to take the spotlight off of herself.  “I speak a few languages.” He answered. She looked impressed. “Wow, a few languages huh? So what are you going to school for?” She asked. “I am working on my second doctorate degree in psychology” He answered. “I hate psychology. I'm going to become a doctor. I want to use everything I have to help and cure people.” She said. The passion and determination were evident in her voice. He nodded his head. “That's very noble work of you. I'm sure you’ll get paid as much as you desire.” He replied hoping his encouragement came out clearly. Camille and Conor walked in the Starbucks. They had finally arrived, but all too soon for Conor. He had fallen into the easy and playful banter that had always been a part of the way they were together. They ordered their coffee and Connor paid. There was much debate about who would pay. Camille was not the type of female to let a man pay her way so even though she knew he would pay; she at least had to offer and make it look good.

            While the couple were inside the Starbucks, it seemed as though the pedestrian traffic had picked up a little. They walked out of the aromatic coffee shop and onto the now bustling sidewalk. “Wow, got a little bit of traffic going on here.” Conor said with a joking tone. “Yeah, you're right.” she replied narrowly escaping being clipped by a bike messenger. They neared the light to cross back over to the  opposite side of the street where the school was located. Suddenly, a car came barreling down the street out of nowhere. The next thing Camille knew was that she had somehow managed to find herself behind Connor and the sound of stressed metal as a car slid to a halt inches away from his beautiful face and crashing neatly on a streetlight, bowing it. “Are you okay?” he asked is hands patting her arms and joints.  “That car almost creamed me! Yeah, I'm okay?” she replied playfully swatting at his roving hands. “How the hell did you move so fast? One second I’m standing there, the next, there you are saving me from becoming a sexy pancake!!” She asked breathlessly “Oh I don't know what you mean. Maybe it just seemed like everything moved fast because you were almost smashed to death.” He replied carefully, selecting his words with care.  Camille chuckled a little bit. “Yeah maybe you're right.” She conceded.  The light changed to green so amid the protests of witnesses, the two crossed the street without further incident and with no regard to the curious stares of the people left on the opposite sidewalk.

            Camille's mind raced with the events that had transpired. She decided to tuck it away to ponder on later. Her pink car was within view and Conor was saying something. She was having a hard time concentrating because the feeling on her collar bone had returned when Conor had saved her and the dulling sensation had grabbed her attention briefly.  “Hey, thanks for coming to get coffee with me. I had a really great time other than the near-death experience.” he said with laughter in his voice. He opened her door after she unlocked it with her key fob. “Yeah absolutely. I had a great time also we should do it again! How about we exchange numbers? Do you have f*******:?” she asked as she whipped out her neon pink and black phone. They exchange numbers and  he sent her a message with a smiley face on f*******: and she giggled. “Fool I’m standing right next to you.” She said slapping at his arm playfully. He laughed. “Message me when you get home, so I know that you're safe.” he said in an authoritative tone. “Sure thing cap.” she replied with a salute. She got into her car and carefully backed away. Her phone vibrated as she hit the main road, it was a text from Connor.

Conor: I had a really great time, please don't ghost me. LOL.

                                                                        3:28pm

Me: Don’t worry, you can’t get rid of me that easy!!

                                                                        3:30pm

Camille rolled her eyes thinking about his smile as she set her phone on the seat. There was something about him and she couldn't wait to see him again. She couldn't wait to talk to him and  to hear his voice. To look into those green eyes and see them light up or darken. He held secrets. There were ways to finding out secrets, she thought mischievously to herself. When he smiled at her it just felt right. She had to know. Something was up. She could feel it in her bones. I was time to use her powers to see what the future held.