Trying some writing experiments these days based on specific prompts. Will avoid the prompt here to add a bit mystery:
Sally looked at Mark with a surprising sense of longing. They’d only met today, yet it felt like she’d always known him. There was a sparkle in his eyes, a softness in his voice, and a way he instinctively understood her—like he could read the spaces between her words.
He was the son of the owner of Words and Us, her favorite bookshop. But their first meeting hadn’t been intentional—they’d practically crashed into each other reaching for the same book: Onyx Storm.
“You read this too?” she asked, laughing as they both held onto the worn spine.
He smiled, boyish and charming. “Love the series. Can’t believe the author left us hanging like that—and now a break?”
She groaned. “It’s torture.”
Mark chuckled. “Hey, would you maybe want to… discuss the agony further over coffee? Or, sorry—tea?”
Her eyes widened slightly. “How’d you know I prefer tea?”
He shrugged with a sheepish grin. “Just a lucky guess.”
“There’s a tea café near here—Lavender’s,” she said, almost hopefully.
“Lavender’s?” His eyes lit up. “I love that place.”
He loves tea and books, she thought. So unlike Solomon, who wouldn’t hear a word about any book, let alone read one.
“Let’s go?” he asked, gently slipping an arm around her waist. His touch was light, his eyes questioning.
She smiled shyly. “Sure.”
So chivalrous… so unlike Jeremy, who always just assumed I wanted whatever he did.
As they walked, her foot caught on a broken patch of pavement.
“Careful!” Mark exclaimed, catching her before she stumbled.
“Thanks,” she said, breathless. Such strong arms… and wow, manly, she thought, cheeks warming as he held the door open for her.
They took a cozy corner at Lavender’s, the aroma of steeped herbs and fresh pastries wrapping around them.
“They have lovely blueberry cupcakes here,” he said, handing her a menu. “Want to try one?”
“Sure. I really like blueberry flavor.”
As they settled in, Sally noticed something on the back of his hand. A symbol—intricate and otherworldly. Her breath hitched.
“What’s that… on your hand?” she whispered.
He turned his palm slightly, revealing it more clearly. The symbol was elaborate: an eternity loop, twin eyes nested within, each eye holding a tiny heart. Surrounding the whole design were ancient-looking runes, shimmering faintly.
Her eyes widened.
“Wait… Gared had the eyes. Jeremy had the heart. And Solomon… the runes.” Her voice trembled. “All in the same colors.”
She looked up at him, stunned. “Who… who are you?”
He held her gaze, calm and certain. “I’m all of them. But more importantly—I’m your fated mate.”
Before she could speak, he gently reached for her wrist. “Now that the pieces are in place…”
As she looked down, light shimmered across her skin. Slowly, the same intricate symbol began to appear on her wrist, glowing softly as if it had always been a part of her—just waiting.
She gasped. “It’s real…”