crowd. Suddenly she leaned in next to my ear and
whispered. “Please don’t run.” Immediately a familiar jolt of
electricity ran through my body just as when I had seen him peering
at me over the magazine rack yesterday. I immediately stopped my
struggle and looked at her carefully, assessing the motives that
were hiding under the perky pink lip-gloss. Her bright blue eyes
sparkled with mischief and the corners of her lips were turned up
in a pleasant smirk. The soft request from her had piqued my
curiosity more and suddenly brought an onslaught of unexpected
emotions with it. Violet was not a threat to me. I was very certain
of that.
“Your name is Violet. Like your eyes.” The
word rushed out of my mouth without context, but I could see her
eyes widen slightly at them. It was not a question and she knew
that.
She kept my hand I hers and wove her fingers
through mine and as I looked down at them I thought of how she
entered, hand in hand with her partner. My thoughts turned to him
briefly, hoping and fearful that I would see him standing guard
watching my silent abduction. We stopped pretending to dance and
she led me to a table on the side of the bar that was discreet and
quiet enough to have a conversation, but close enough that I could
see the exit door form my vantage. She wanted me to feel safe. I
sat down silently and started playing with the curly brown hair
that had escaped from the flirty bun I had started my night with.
When she seemed satisfied that I would wait for her, she left and
went grab some drinks. I was intrigued by the situation and
frightened at the same time. While she waited on our drinks I
replayed her voice through my head over and over again. ‘Please
don’t run’. It immediately made me think my dreams. Had he said
that to me? I couldn’t recall him ever saying anything to me like
that.
She came back and put down a glass in front
of me. “Martini?”
I nodded as she sat and noted that she had
ordered a glass of white wine, but didn’t’ make a move to touch it
after putting it down.
She smiled from across the table. “Yes, my
name is Violet. Although my eyes tend to be a bit blue
nowadays”
“I’m Amy,” I answered as nonchalantly as I
could despite my racing heart.
“Amy?” She paused a moment. “You looked like
more of a girl with an exotic name. Seraphina, Letha…
Ambrosia…”
My racing heart skipped a beat as I sat
looking at her. Dumbfounded, I swallowed, but my throat was dry and
I suddenly felt panicked. I took a quick drink before thinking
better of it. What if she had slipped something in? Too late now.
“How do you know my name if we’ve never met before”
“How do you know mine?” She smiled again and
there was a sparkle in her brilliant blue eyes as she very
delicately touched my arm. “I would say divine intervention, but I
don’t think you’d believe me.”
“I don’t believe in God,” I stated matter of
fact.
“I don’t believe you.”
“That I don’t believe in God?”
She shook her head. “I can see the truth
below the surface. You do believe in God. You believe in a lot of
things, don’t you?”
I frowned. “You mean like aliens?”
“Maybe.”
“Are you an alien, Violet?” I asked only half
jokingly.
Her laugh cut through the tension. “No. I am
100% human. No alien parts here. And I’ve never met you before… in
person. Ambrosia, don’t be afraid of me. I’m here only to help you
in your journey.”
“What exactly does that mean? What
journey?”
She moved to stretch across the table and
dropped her voice as much as she was able to in the vibrating
atmosphere. “I know what you dream of, Ambrosia. Or should I say
whom?”
I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The
words managed to slip past my lips in as much of a convincing
matter I could drum up despite the terror that lay beneath the
words.
“Relax, Ambrosia, we’re not here to hurt you.
Take a deep breathe. You look like you’re going to pass