Accidental Mate

Natasha's POV “Honey! Are your seatbelts well locked in?” Mom asked, her voice soft as the wind. “Yes mom.” I nodded. And as every eight year old kid, I couldn't hold back my excitement of going to an amusement park. Just then Dad stepped in, slamming the door shut behind him. “All set right?” “Yes honey.” Mom answered, seated next to him and on the passengers seat. He then turned back to me, wearing a sweet smile on his face. Twisting the key, the car’s engine roared to life and we were on the road… There was nothing full about the drive, we recited a few children rhymes. Dad even cracked a few jokes, most of which weren't funny, but we did well to laugh either way. “The park is just up ahead.” I heard Dad's voice. I felt a surge of excitement, after a long drive we were almost there. And then everything changed… A large truck, more than double the size of our family car moved straight for us, it's speed unrelenting. . For a second, it felt like time slowed down as the truck ran through our van, and then everything went black. My eyes fluttered open. I heard the feint noise of beeping monitors. I was eight, but I was old enough to know I was in a hospital. And then, everything hit me, like a knife to the gut. I was in an accident. “Dad? Mom? Where are my parents?” I asked to no one really. Just then, a nurse walked to my bed, tugging a warm smile. “Hi princess you're awake.” she said softly. “Where are my parents?” I asked again, my voice cracking. Her expression darkened, her smile was gone. “... Unfortunately, they didn't make it.” For a second i felt like time just stopped. Those words rung in my ear. ‘They didn't make it’ —-————— The bar was alive with its usual rhythm. Loud music thundered through the speakers disturbing the silence. The air in the room was filled with a strong mix of whiskey and the faint smell of cigarettes smoke. “Give me a two shots of your finest whiskey!” a drunk man managed to walk up to the counter. His movement was wobbly, he seemed like he might pass out at any minute. In this state taking more whiskey won’t help him at all, but who I'm I to tell him, all I do is serve up the beer. “Right on it sir.” I stepped away from the counter and turned to the incredible alcohol collection set up behind me. I pulled out a fresh bottle of whiskey and carefully poured it into two cups. The drunk man grabbed the cups and gulped them down at once. I turned away in disgust more than anything, and then, my eyes caught a powerful figure step into the bar. I didn't know who he was, but from his dressing, his well tailored suit, golden cufflinks, well polished shoes I could tell he didn't belong here. He didn't fit in a local car corner like this. I stepped away from the counter and walked over to his chair, on table 17. “Good day sir. Please may I ask what you'd like us to offer you?” I asked my voice soft and tender. I've always had a tinge of speaking to customers to make them feel comfortable. He leaned back, one arm resting on his laps, and then his cold eyes met mine for the first time. He just stared at me for close to a minute, almost like he was studying me. Then, he sharp smirk appeared on his face. “I'd like one vodka please.” He said, his voice laced with a certain mystery. “... Yes, right on it.” I stepped away from his chair and moved back to the counter. I could feel his eyes piercing at my back. Something was odd with that guy, I could feel it. I couldn't shake off that feeling even as I poured his vodka into a cup. I filled the cup upto it's tip, with a palm placed underneath, I carefully carried the cup to his chair. Even as I walked to him, his fixed gaze on me didn't waver not even a little. “Here you go.” I gently placed the cup on his table. I was about to walk away when I heard his voice, sharp and incisive. “You're not supposed to be here.” I slowly turned my head and caught his eyes. “Excuse me?” “You're not supposed be here.” his voice came again, more direct. “You don't belong here, I can see that. You're too talented and ambitious to be working in a local bar and earning petty cash.” His words hit like a punch. But he wasn't lying. That's what my life has been for a while now. “You could become so much more. I mean so much.” He continued. Just then he reached for his pocket and pulled out a card. “This card here contains the address of a disclosed meeting among exclusive business persons. And some maybe looking for possible interns they could hire.” I froze.. Could this be true? He placed the card at the center of the table. “..I'm sorry I'm happy where I am.” I turned to leave, when I heard his voice again. “ Are you happy Natasha Gill?” My eyes flung wide open in shock. How did he know my name? “Life hasn't treated you well has it?” he continued. “Twelve years ago, you lost your parents in a car accident, am I wrong?” I didn't answer, I just remained silent wondering how he knew so much about me. “And ever since life has been living hell for you right? But now this is a chance for a fresh start. Take this card and be there, tommorow night. I promise you won't regret it.” He finished and took a slow sip from his vodka. He stood up from his chair, dressing his suit. “See you around Natasha.” He walked away, his steps sure and purposeful. I just stared at him, until his figure disappeared into the night. Who was he? How did he know so much about me? Questions circled in my head. And then my eyes turned to the card on the table. I reached for it and picked it up, my fingers trembling. My eyes scanned it's content. ‘LA Real Estate Firm 22 Avenue Street’