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I’ve seen everything. Everyone. Every type. More than once. Yet, until she sat down on the other side of the counter: sneaks, trench and suspicion all proudly displayed, I’d never seen her.
It wasn’t a good day. No, you don’t fall in love on the good days. You fall in love on the bad days. The off days. The vulnerable days. The wrong moments.
I had too much history for that sort of thing anyway. She had too much history for that sort of thing. And I know about history. I’ve seen it all in the threads.
My history, well, I don’t like the family business. My sisters live to gossip as they watch the world happen. I don’t. Neither does she. It’s one of the things I like about her. That and she doesn’t really care if anyone notices her.
I used to be a member of one of the oldest and biggest rock bands in history: The Pantheon. Apollo claims to be the only real musician but that was never really true. He was just the front man. The rest of us were the rhythm and breath of the world.
Then we broke up, went our individual ways, took on new projects. I got a counter. The spinning the threads of fate business continued on the side. It pretty much looks after itself. Threads know where to go. I give one or two a twist, strengthen a weave here or there, but mostly just try to stay out of the way of the flow.
So I got a counter. And then she walked in.
