Meetings

Inspired by the prompt: You’ve been ordered to kill someone you’ve fallen in love with. How did you get in to this situation and what will you do next?

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Synopsis: Every time they met, she gave him a reason to live, but it was not enough to save him.

MEETINGS

The first time they met was because of his job. She stood at the far end of the room chatting animatedly to one of the guests. Against his better judgement and work principles, he found himself approaching her lithe form.

“Interesting party?” He asked signaling a waiter.

She turned around abruptly, her soft pink evening gown swishing with the motion. She gazed up at him with vivid green eyes adorned a delicate face framed by light brown tendrils.

Beautiful. The word entered his mind and he was shocked at its novelty. He never paid any unnecessary attention to women’s appearances much less assign them adjectives.

“In a way, I suppose.” She replied taking a drink from the waiter.

“Kole Covington.” He said picking up another glass.

“Dr. Zephyr Carruthers.” She replied.

“Doctor?” He inquired curiously.

“Yes. I’m a representative of Southhaven Hospital. It’s one of our duties to attend charity galas in addition to saving lives.” She paused letting the meaning sink in. “And you, Mr. Covington?”

“I’m here for a client.” He answered. When she looked at him in confusion, he elaborated. “Private security.”

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