Chapter Three
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Esmy headed out the door with her goodies and smiled at her best friend, waving the delicious gains in front of Sherry's freckled nose. She groaned in delight as the scent of warm yeasty goodness and cinnamon melded together and assailed her senses.
"Oh my god, your mother must give me that recipe! She is a baking goddess!" Sherry exclaimed as she greedily took the cinnamon roll Esmy handed her while they walked to her car. Esmy laughed and shook her head as her friend all but devoured the warm pastry in the time it took to walk from her front door to the street.
They got in the car and Esmy relayed her mother's message. Sherry smiled that she was missed, and pouted slightly over the fact that her friend isn't going into the magic shops. Hell, if her mother knew that Sherry was distantly related to the witches she wouldn't have her best friend! Although it's so distant that is really doesn't matter much. Maybe she'll be able to sneak her in there and find something that will ease her friend's mother's fears. Showing her that not all witches are bad.
They drive to Avec village chatting girl talk and wondering when they will meet their "Mister Right". It's a beautiful drive to the quaint seaside village. At twenty, almost twenty one they are beginning to feel like they never will. Most shifters, and witches for that matter, usually find their chosen ones by now.
The girls arrive at the village and find a parking spot near a cafe-style coffee shop. Having just had breakfast they aren't interested in going in there just yet but know that's the place to have lunch. The enticing smells coming from there for breakfast drawing a steady crowd of guests eager for their first meal of the day.
"I have to say, thank Herema for this glorious day! The sun is shining and there are hardly any clouds in the sky!" Sherry said to her friend. Esmy couldn't help but agree. She was thankful for the warm, sunny day this early in Spring as they are so few and far between. Being near the sea the springs are usually rainy. As they begin their exploring of the quaint village, Esmy couldn't help but feel the pull. There was something here she had to find it seemed to be calling her name. . She didn't know what it was yet but she knew it was here.
Esmy looked over to her friend to see her looking a cute little shop that had dream catchers, crystals, and pentacles in its windows. Sherry tried to take her over there, but Esmy's mother's voice was in her head. So she stood her ground and told her that if she wanted to go in there she could. She would wait outside for her. Sherry gave her friend a disappointed, but understanding look and went inside. The bell jingled letting the little old lady that ran the shop know someone had entered.
"Hello, my little friend how may I help you today?' the woman asked with a kind smile. Her bright red outfit saying she wasn't that old, but her white hair and wrinkled face give her away. There was a twinkle in her eye that made her seem as if she knew all about mischief and how to make it.
Sherry smiled and asked if she had anything to help her friend. The little old lady smiled at her and shook her head," She should come in if she needs my help. I am better at helping when I see them." The old woman then peeked around Sherry to look at her friend and gasped ushering Sherry out the door. "I'm sorry I can't help your friend." With that, she locked her door and would not let Sherry back in. The old woman has seen Esmy in her dreams, she knew that there was something big coming and it had to do with her.
"Well, that was weird," Sherry told Esmy as she met her outside the door looking back at the old lady like she had two heads, "That old lady said she couldn't help you."
Esmy looked at her friend in surprise. "I don't need help Sher, I am perfectly content right now. Why would you ask a witch of all people to help me?"
Sherry looked down and said she was sorry, she just wanted her mother to be able to trust witches. She was also looking for a way to make her bad memories go away. Esmy threw her head back and laughed at the thought of her mother trusting witches. Their next stop was the dress boutique, summer was coming and that meant sundresses. They continued to browse the nearby shops until Esmy's stomach reminded them loudly that it was time for lunch so they headed back to the little cafe where they started.
They got to the cafe and as Esmy walked in she was hit by all the delicious smells coming from the kitchen. The waitress quickly got them a seat in a bright booth, but a dark-looking man in the corner caught her eye. His dark hair and perfectly tanned skin made her look twice. Sherry followed her gaze to see what she was staring at.
"Do you know that guy?' she asked, "because he is gorgeous." Esmy shook her head but couldn't stop staring. He looked up from his plate and put his fork down. Esmy quickly dropped her gaze realizing she was being rude by staring at him. She hurriedly placed an order with the server and hoped he wasn't looking at her.
She was wrong. As he was now standing up and slowly walking towards her. His facial features covered by his goatee but his chiseled body hidden by nothing the t-shirt he was wearing only accented his muscles and the blue jeans hugging his legs in all the right places. His emerald green eyes were piercing her very soul as he approached them.
"You know it's very rude to stare," he said the timbre of his sending chills down her spine. She blushed from her toes to her ears.
" I, I, didn't mean to I am so sorry," Esmy stuttered. She groaned inwardly, great now this guy thinks I can't even form a proper sentence.
He smiled at her, causing her to melt a little inside, "My name is Bodhi, Bodhi Erabus."
Esmy swallowed hard, "This is my friend Sherry, and my name is Esmerelda Strigiformes." she managed to get out.
"Well, friend Sherry and Esmerelda," he nodded at each lady individually," it is a pleasure to meet you. I highly recommend you get a piece of Miss Mary's apple pie when you're done," he said looking at both ladies but his eyes lingering on Esmy just a few seconds longer.
Sherry looks at him and says, "You can call her Esmy."
He smiled as he walked away from the ladies. He wasn't sure what made him come over to them, he was used to women staring at him. Thinking to himself, I know I will see more of them. I just hope it's more Esmerelda. Her grey eyes seem to speak to him, calling him to her.
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