Her Fae Lovers

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

Lola sat in one of the high back overstuffed chairs. They were beautiful to look at. They were not comfortable though, and she shifted about trying to find a comfortable position as Erik handed her the teacup and saucer.

“Thank you, the tea smells delicious.” She inhaled the floral steam as he gently placed the shortbread on the table between them before picking up his own teacup and taking a sip as he sat down.

“I thought the jasmine would be a good choice for such a nice day.” He said with a smile as he pushed his hair back out of his eyes and sat the teacup down onto the saucer.

“It is,” Lola agreed, not sure what else to say as she eyed the lemon curd shortbread. They were a favorite of hers.

“I need your help,” He said, cool gray eyes peeking at her over the rim of his glasses.

“I don’t know how much help I would be,” Lola said as she picked up one of the cookies and took a bite.

“I just need someone to run errands for me occasionally, when I can’t get away from the shop. I’ve always felt that I could I trust you.” Erik said with a hopeful smile.

Lola thought over his offer as she nibbled on the cookie. It would help her to get to know Erik better and see if she and the handsome shopkeeper had anything other than a love of antiques in common. It would also get her a little extra income, which sadly these days she needed the money. Lola worked at the local plant nursery and the cold months always meant she wasn’t needed at the business and her paychecks were starting to reflect that.

“When would I start?” She asked as she sat the cookie on the edge of the saucer, picking up the teacup to take a sip of the lightly sweetened tea.

“Tomorrow, if it doesn’t interfere with your other job.” Erik sat his teacup and saucer down with a smile. He pulled out a cream-colored envelope from his vest pocket and handed it to her. Their fingers brushed as she accepted the vellum envelope. She felt a spark of something she couldn’t name flare to life in her chest, it felt almost magical.

Erik looked at their touching fingertips, he pulled his hand back flexing his fingers. “The information about the item you’re picking up and the p*****t is enclosed.”

“As long as it’s not dangerous, I can help,” Lola said as she tucked the envelope into her bag that rested by her feet. She finished her tea and shortbread, sitting the teacup and saucer on the table as she stood.

“I would never put you in any danger, thank you for having tea with me today.” He said as he stood. The bells on the door made a tinkling sound as another potential customer entered the shop.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow evening,” Lola said as she picked up her bags and headed towards the front of the shop.

“I look forward to it,” Erik said as he walked her to the door, Lola watched as he turned away to greet the shopper that had come in earlier.

Stepping outside and back into the real world was a shock to her system. The almost magical feeling she felt inside the antique shop always left her excited for a time when she could return. The crisp cool air swirled around her, making her purple hair dance in the wind and she smiled, feeling a connection to something else. Something more powerful than herself.

Lola closed her eyes, absorbing the feeling, before the honking from a random car passing made her jump. She let out a deep sigh. Time to get back to reality. She walked down the sidewalk heading home, a hop in her step as she thought about the job and the box that she carried. She knew exactly where she wanted to put it.

Humming quietly, she all but skipped down the sidewalk. Sometimes she felt like she was born in the wrong time with how much she enjoyed antiques and just being in nature. The connection that she felt to a higher power when she sank her fingers into the soft earth, was something she had yet to find a way to put into words.

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Lola unlocked the door to her apartment, it wasn’t a large apartment. It did have a nice kitchen and she enjoyed that feature. She sat down on the couch, her purchase clutched to her chest as a small smile played on her lips. It was almost like she could feel something special about the box. Something otherworldly that called to her. She carefully pulled out the paper-wrapped item and sat it on her knees. She felt like a kid on Christmas morning.

She carefully peeled back the paper until her prize was revealed to her. Smiling as she picked it up, letting the paper fall to the floor as she brought it up for closer inspection. The symbols looked vaguely familiar to her, and she brought her index finger up to trace the lines. Lola dropped the box and jumped off on the couch.

Had she finally gone crazy?

Throughout her childhood, they had teased her for being different. The whispers still bouncing through her head, haunting her.

She must finally be cracking. This was the way her brain was manifesting her insanity. Lola picked up the box again and traced the next symbol.

The same thing happened. She closed her eyes, letting out a deep breath. This had to be a very vivid hallucination.