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Through the window he saw her, the most gorgeous woman to ever live. His heart was now hers. A man was sitting with her, that could be fixed
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Today felt like an off day for Nick, but he just couldn't put his finger on why. It could be due to the dark gray clouds looming low overhead, threatening to drop rain on him at any second. Of course today was the day he left his umbrella at the apartment. Then again it wouldn't do him much good since he was now having to jog to his appointment downtown due to the subway system being inexplicably down for maintenance in the middle of the day. His eyes dart down to his watch as he navigated through the crowd of slower pedestrians.
There was absolutely no way he was going to make it on time today, and the thought of being late caused his heart to race and stomach to turn. He was never late. Not a single time in his twenty-five years. Being punctual was his one constant. Even on the worst days he could look to it for comfort. Suddenly his head began to spin and his balance began to wobble as he tried continued on. As he moved to bring his back foot forward, it caught on the other and Nick went down hard onto the sidewalk. Immediately he could feel the pain in his forearms where they scrapped on the sidewalk, likely bleeding as well.
Nick stayed down on the sidewalk for several minutes, people continued to mill past him without a word of concern or worry. Why should he even bother if he's going to be late? He might as well call off the appointment at this point. With a defeated sigh Nick slowly dragged himself back up, bracing himself against the window of the building he fell in front of. Thankfully the glass was tinted so at least nobody inside saw him go down like that.
When he turned towards the building, he saw her and the world around him stopped. A woman was sitting at the window near the table and she was without a doubt the most gorgeous woman he had ever laid eyes on. He couldn't help but stare as he was completely captivated by this woman, which is something that had never happened to him before. He was lost, unsure what to do about the swell of emotions he felt towards this woman who he knew nothing about. All he knew was that his heart was now hers and hers alone.
Introduce himself, yeah. That was the first step typically. He would walk in there and give his name, ask for hers, then ask to take the open seat across from her. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach. Nervous? Well, that was to be expected with a woman such as the one he was meant to be with. With the smile returned to his face, Nick brushed off his shirt and turned towards the entrance, mentally preparing himself for this destined encounter.
Nick pushed open the entrance door and immediately began heading to where the woman was sitting, not sparing a glance for the couple of people in uniform standing by the door who greeted him. Nick's heart began to beat harder and faster as he began to get close to her, each step getting heavier as his mind began to go into overdrive. He managed to push through and finally reached her table.
The woman looked up at him quizzically as he stopped in front of her, then her eyes went wide as she noticed the rough abrasions on his forearms when he fell. Shit, with everything that she made him feel, he completely forgot about that. He quickly held his arms behind his back and out of view, never letting the smile fall from his face.
"Hello, my name is Nick. May I have yours?" Nick asked confidently, as if their story had already been written. She hesitated. Likely still spooked by the sight of blood trickling down his arms, but Nick hoped his charms would help alleviate those worries.
"Uh, I'm Jessica." She eventually stammered out. "Are you okay? You look like you're pretty hurt. Maybe one of the staff here could help you?" she continued, worry evident in her voice. Nick continued to fall further in love with her. Even though she had never met him before, she showed such concern for him. She must be feeling even a fraction of what he feels towards her.
"Oh, no. I'm fine, it's just a scratch really. Thank you for your concern, Jessica." Nick replied. Saying her name brought more elation to him, as if it was magic word that would bring him eternal happiness. As Nick went to ask if he could take a seat, he was interrupted by another man approaching them and then rudely taking the seat across from her that rightfully belonged to him. That just would not do. It would not do at all. Nick knew he needed to fix this problem.
"Do you know this guy, Jess?" The rude interloper asked his love, thumbing his disgusting mitts towards Nick.
Before Jessica could respond, in a single swift motion Nick snagged one of the knives off of the table and drove it directly into the problem's throat. The problem's eyes went wide with shock as he made a weak attempt to grab the hand Nick had holding the knife hilt deep in his through. A spray of blood covered the table and splattered Jessica, but the brilliant color of red only further enhanced her beauty.
Using the knife as a handle, Nick dumped the problem out of the chair he stole and onto the floor where he slumped still. Blood began to slowly pool around his head. Without losing his calm demeanor or letting his smile slip, Nick took the place of the now solved problem and faced Jessica.
"So where were we?" Nick said, but he went unheard as that's when the screaming began.
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