First Impressions

Two weeks later, almost everything of importance is packed and ready to be shipped out. She spent her last day going out of the house and roamed around town before stepping into the local diner. She sat down in a booth by the window in the back clutching her thick fuzzy poncho closer to her as a meager means of comfort.

Sally, an older redheaded woman, came over with a sympathetic smile on her face. “Rough day, hon?”

“You have no idea.” Came the sardonic reply as a long, heavy arduous sigh escaped. “Can I get a large hot chocolate with an order of pecan waffles please?”

“Sure thing. Shouldn’t take long.” That’s when the bell above the door rang out signaling a new customer. “Oh, my.”

The newcomer is an incredibly handsome man with a pale complexion, jaw-length raven black hair slicked back from his face, and incredibly, vibrant emerald-green eyes. His slender, lean physique reminded her of many things, a panther, cobra, a predator.