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my hair and watched him in earnest while I made my decision. ‘Sure. Thanks Turner,’ I said and smiled at him. He was a good man.
    We entered the bar and settled on our first and only round of drinks. We had strict rules about alcohol consumption, even out of work hours. As I savoured the third sip of my scotch, I froze when a warmth ran through my blood, dilating my veins and heightening my senses. It was not the alcohol that affected me. It was a human.
    I turned my head to the right and caught the sight of flowing red hair. It was Miss Flynn, and she sat alone. She wore the same floral dress from this morning, except she wrapped an elegant shawl around her shoulders.
    I excused myself from the table of elevator dukes and nonchalantly sat beside her. She smelled exquisite, like honeysuckle mixed with the freshness of innocence.
    ‘Excuse me,’ I said in a low voice while I reached across her to some peanuts on the bar.
    She looked at me for a millisecond and smiled slightly out of politeness I assumed. Her mood was low.
    ‘Aren’t you the guy from the elevat—no. You have blue eyes. His were l-light brown or something I-I think,’ she stuttered, frowning and pointing a finger at me.
    I looked into her green delicious eyes and shook my head slightly. It was better that she did not know who I was or what I did. I turned my head away from her and sipped my beverage slowly. I turned my face back to hers and held my drink up to her. I looked into her eyes once more. ‘Here’s to a better day tomorrow,’ I declared.
    She gave me a shy smile and raised her glass and clinked it against mine. ‘Sarah,’ she said as she offered her hand to me.
    ‘Liam,’ I added, and took her hand in mine in greeting.
    Her eyes widened and she took a short sharp breath the moment that our hands touched. I smiled crookedly at her, aware of the powerful force of energy that had just passed between us ... destiny.
    Now it made perfect sense as to why I had been attracted to her. It was magnetism. Our paths were meant to cross. Could it be the red thread from the Chinese proverb that my mother had spoken of?
    ‘Liam, my child, you will meet the One. She was chosen for
    you when your spirit was created. An invisible thread
    connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time,
    place or circumstance.
    The thread may stretch or tangle, but will never break. You
    will know when you meet her. It will be as if your entire being
    has been charged with a surge of energy.
    Do not ignore the sign that you receive …’
    Sarah would not know of our spiritual connection though. She is an innocent, and knows nothing. She knows not of the unseen spiritual dimensions that co-habit the Earthly sphere.
    But, she has what I want—mortality. Not this Earth physical life of immortality frozen at the same age for centuries that I had been cursed with, not moving forward, not aging, unable to grow old and die a physical death to re-enter the spiritual world.
    I lowered my head and placed another peanut into my mouth. I kept my eyes on the bar. She was itching to talk to me. I could feel it.
    ‘So Liam … where is your girlfriend tonight?’ she asked.
    ‘I am in between gigs at the moment,’ I answered, hoping that she would see my humour.
    ‘Gigs! You call your girlfriends gigs?’ She had venom in her voice.
    Good. I like that about a woman. I turned to face her and simply nodded my head at her with a smirk on my face. ‘Only when they are not keepers,’ I added to quell her fire.
    ‘And have you found any keepers Liam?’ she asked sarcastically.
    I raised my left hand at her and pointed to my bare fourth finger. ‘Does it look that way to you?’ I raised my eyebrows at her and maintained eye contact.
    ‘With an attitude like that you are not likely too, believe me,’ she spat, raising her left eyebrow at me with a look of disdain on her face.
    ‘Your temper seems to match your hair Sarah. I am glad to see that the old adage is