Strings of Fate


    2- Shifters and Scribbles


    Trying to distract myself from the mysterious blue thread, I work harder than I ever have in my life.


    Sadly, my tips don’t show it. The customers whoe here really do tend to be rather snobby. I am


    watching the clock as 1 work.


    About an hour has passed when I finally allow myself to nce at my blue thread again. I gasp as I


    realise that the person it is connected to is in the restaurant right now. It leads to a woman sitting at


    table thirteen.


    She looks to be in her early twenties like me and has pitch ck hair with a slight wave to it cascading


    down her back. It is only a couple inches shorter than mine. Her skin is tan and. even from over here I


    can see she is absolutely stunning.


    Trying to keep my nervousness from my face, I approach the table to take her order. As Ie close,


    she looks up and meets my eyes and Lam surprised to see they are a golden. yellow colour. I nce


    down at her arm. She is wearing a gorgeous ck dress that is probably worth more than I make in an


    entire month.


    Thankfully, it is a halter neck which leaves her arms totally clear so I can see her mark. Her marks are


    ck and the design wrapping around her arm is striking, I notice there are shes through it that look


    like they might be meant to look like w marks. Combining that with her golden eyes, it is pretty clear


    that she is a Shifter.


    This concerns me a little, as Shifters don’t tend to befriend people who aren’t also Shifters. In fact, even


    amongst themselves, Shifters are picky about who they associate with.


    You would rarely see a feline Shifter befriending a canine, rodent or reptile Shifter for example. I start to


    feel disheartened when I remind myself of the blue thread which is already solidifying and bing


    more stable after this slight interaction.


    Our friendship is already certain. I need to have faith in that.


    I am about to ask for her order when a not–very–subtle cough from the man seated across


    from her draws my attention. I had been so caught up in the Shifter woman, my friend–to–be, that I


    hadn’t even noticed she was with someone.


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    Looking at the man I am first struck by how ssically handsome he is. Or at least how handsome he


    would be if he dropped the stuck–up expression that he is directing at me. He has hair that was


    somewhere between blonde and bronze and, like the woman, has yellowish eyes, although his tip more


    towards orange than gold. He is wearing a suit so I can’t see any markings, but I would put money


    towards him being a Shifter as well.


    Trying to y it cool, I take their orders and flee to deliver their slip to the kitchen. I fetch the bottle of


    wine the man requested and as I bring it to their table. I take the time to check them for threads.


    There are no threads linking the two of them at all. I can’t see any threadsing from the woman


    apart from the blue one linking her to me. The man also has a thread. It is solid and red and leads out


    towards the door and out of sight. He has already met his soul mate. I guess that the two of them are


    friends, or perhaps co–workers or something.


    A few minutester I bring out their food before continuing around to my other tables. I work hard not to


    be my usual clumsy self, something which is even more difficult than usual as I ampletely


    distracted watching table thirteen out of the corner of my eye. It is terribly busy and more often than


    not, I am unable to keep them in sight.


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    I clear away the tes from their meal and I am about to take their orders for desert when


    suddenly the man shifts out of his seat and onto his knee beside the woman. I freeze,


    confused. What on Earth is happening here?


    I open my mouth to ask if everything is okay when the man pulls a ring out of his pocket. My eyes


    widen, the woman gasps and pulls a hand up to cover her mouth. I am so caught up im her reactions


    that I don’t even hear the words as the man proposes.


    I do however see as she epts. There are tears running down her face as she leans forward to kiss


    the man and he ces the ring on her finger. A round of apuse goes around the restaurant as


    everyone begins to congratte the happy couple. Under Anthony’s orders, I fetch them a


    complimentary desert as congrattions from the restaurant.


    I am numb. This is entirely wrong. He is not her soul mate, he has another soul mate. He has already


    met his soul mate, so how can he be proposing to another woman right now? What should I do?


    Should I be doing anything?


    2- Shifters and Scribbles


    I usually try not to interfere. These threads are fates, so they don’t need my assistance. But if this


    woman really is fated to be my close friend, can I really let her marry someone who already has a soul


    mate?


    It can only end in heartbreak. Before I get the chance to talk myself out of it, I scribble a note to her on


    a scrap of paper I find behind the bar.


    *You don’t know me, and I’m sorry that I can’t exin this properly in a note. You should know that the


    man who just proposed to you is not the right man for you and while it may be unpleasant to hear, I


    thought I should tell you now in an attempt to spare you more pain in the future. One day I hope to


    exin myself properly but for now this is all I can do.


    I am truly sorry.


    I hesitate, unsure if I should sign the note. I have no idea how this woman is going to react. I know she


    will be my friend eventually, but she isn’t yet and I don’t want to push my luck.


    I am not brave enough to write my name and sign the note properly, but I can’t bring myself to make


    the note entirely anonymous either. I quickly scribble my initials at the end of the note. R.G. For Ryann


    Gale.


    Next I have to figure out how to slip her the note in a way that won’t alert the man. I decide to try and


    slip it into her bag which is sitting by her foot under the table slightly.


    I grab their bill and make my way back to their table. As I go to ce the little folder with the bill inside


    on the table, I make sure to identally slip and drop it on the floor. I bend to pick it up and quickly slip


    my note in the woman’s bag before I get to my feet, apologise and ce the folder on the table directly


    between them. The man reaches for the folder, but the woman waves him off.


    “Don’t be ridiculous Tristan. I have plenty of money, it makes sense for me to pay. Besides. once we


    marry, what’s mine will be yours. So, it doesn’t really matter at this point.” She decides. She grabs her


    bag and rummages inside.


    I hold my breath. I was counting on her not finding the note until she gets home. I release the breath as


    she pulls a purse from her bag, not noticing the note.


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    She pulls out a shiny silver credit card and hands it and the folder back to me with a smile. I


    quickly go to ring it up. I nce at the name on the card, Megan Kane,


    As I return the card to her, I give her a bright smile.


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    She might not know it yet and she might not be my friend, but from the moment she entered this


    restaurant, I became her friend and I intend to be the best friend she could ever have.


    The pair of them leave, arm in arm. I have to resist the desire to chase after them and introduce myself


    to Megan properly.


    I remind myself once more that we are fated to b be friends. I will see her again.