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CAHTHEIDRYIAN RALPHIEAL KRISTOFFISEN’S INTRODUCTION
I had walked into the room and it seemed that time itself froze when I saw him. He was inconceivably beautiful, the way that would make any man envy him and every woman love and hate him at the same time. I had never seen someone look at me the way that he had. He stared at me as if I was something he had been searching for his whole life. I was in pain, but his eyes made me forget that pain was ever apart of this world that existed with rules unknown to my kind. His eyes were the color of water, not just any water, but the water you see from your balcony window when you look down at the ocean. Only the ocean paled in comparison to his eyes, as breathtaking as they were, they held a slight hint of secrecy. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. He stood there looking elegant yet out of place in this café, why this happened to be had not struck me yet. Maybe it was his tanned skin or his wavy black hair that reminded me of the color of oil, so vivid and black. Yet it could be the way his suit fit the contours of slender physique, the way his muscles tugged gently at his shirt as he swung his suit jacket over his shoulder. Yet it could be that he stood well over every man in his range, or the way he carried himself with an air of importance. I felt like I had seen him somewhere before, those markings on his face reminded me of something of grave importance, almost as if they were a warning.
“Azeri…Azeri! Come on, didn’t your dad ever teach you it’s not nice to stare?” I couldn’t think, I couldn’t respond, not with that piercing gaze on me. That gaze held me rooted there in that spot without a coherent thought in my mind.
“Pardon me, are you always this enchanting? It feels as if you want me by the look in your eyes. You’re Azeri aren’t you?” It took me a minute to realize he had said my name. I had to break his gaze to remember how to think.
“How do you know my name?” I looked at him like I would a stalker only when I looked at him I couldn’t help but feel the urge to reach out to him and tell him all my secrets.
“I know everything, it helps that you have the name tag on.” I looked down at my jacket and realized I had not changed my clothes yet. I was still wearing my work uniform and my name tag. I wanted to walk away but the curiosity kept me in place. I couldn’t help but wonder who he was, where he was from, and why he was here.
“My name is Cahtheidryian Kristoffisen, I’m a close friend of the family that owns this establishment, I just moved here not to long ago.” He smiled a smile so sweet it nearly melted my heart.
“Oh, so you know Jake? That must mean you know Lou as well. He owns the Diner across the street, brothers at war. So where are you from, if you don’t mind me asking?” I had to keep my eyes on the floor while I was talking to him, just so I could think… so I could breathe.
“Yes, I know Jake; actually I’m here concerning the café. We’re, well he’s thinking about expanding, you know and I’m the man that will help him do it. Yes I know Lou, although he’s not very fond of me if I must say. They have never gotten along, even when they were young boys playing schoolyard games. I’m from a place where the dead dance and the living lay.” The last line threw me, I had forgotten what it was that I had came in this café for and it was all because of one man. He tilted his head to the side like he was examining a painting or a sculpture.
I had walked into the room and it seemed that time itself froze when I saw him. He was inconceivably beautiful, the way that would make any man envy him and every woman love and hate him at the same time. I had never seen someone look at me the way that he had. He stared at me as if I was something he had been searching for his whole life. I was in pain, but his eyes made me forget that pain was ever apart of this world that existed with rules unknown to my kind. His eyes were the color of water, not just any water, but the water you see from your balcony window when you look down at the ocean. Only the ocean paled in comparison to his eyes, as breathtaking as they were, they held a slight hint of secrecy. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. He stood there looking elegant yet out of place in this café, why this happened to be had not struck me yet. Maybe it was his tanned skin or his wavy black hair that reminded me of the color of oil, so vivid and black. Yet it could be the way his suit fit the contours of slender physique, the way his muscles tugged gently at his shirt as he swung his suit jacket over his shoulder. Yet it could be that he stood well over every man in his range, or the way he carried himself with an air of importance. I felt like I had seen him somewhere before, those markings on his face reminded me of something of grave importance, almost as if they were a warning.
“Azeri…Azeri! Come on, didn’t your dad ever teach you it’s not nice to stare?” I couldn’t think, I couldn’t respond, not with that piercing gaze on me. That gaze held me rooted there in that spot without a coherent thought in my mind.
“Pardon me, are you always this enchanting? It feels as if you want me by the look in your eyes. You’re Azeri aren’t you?” It took me a minute to realize he had said my name. I had to break his gaze to remember how to think.
“How do you know my name?” I looked at him like I would a stalker only when I looked at him I couldn’t help but feel the urge to reach out to him and tell him all my secrets.
“I know everything, it helps that you have the name tag on.” I looked down at my jacket and realized I had not changed my clothes yet. I was still wearing my work uniform and my name tag. I wanted to walk away but the curiosity kept me in place. I couldn’t help but wonder who he was, where he was from, and why he was here.
“My name is Cahtheidryian Kristoffisen, I’m a close friend of the family that owns this establishment, I just moved here not to long ago.” He smiled a smile so sweet it nearly melted my heart.
“Oh, so you know Jake? That must mean you know Lou as well. He owns the Diner across the street, brothers at war. So where are you from, if you don’t mind me asking?” I had to keep my eyes on the floor while I was talking to him, just so I could think… so I could breathe.
“Yes, I know Jake; actually I’m here concerning the café. We’re, well he’s thinking about expanding, you know and I’m the man that will help him do it. Yes I know Lou, although he’s not very fond of me if I must say. They have never gotten along, even when they were young boys playing schoolyard games. I’m from a place where the dead dance and the living lay.” The last line threw me, I had forgotten what it was that I had came in this café for and it was all because of one man. He tilted his head to the side like he was examining a painting or a sculpture.