A/N Thought I would try something new, and I love Nikita, especially Michael. Reviews appreciated.
NIKITA'S POV
My name's Nikita. I work at a local real-estate agent's in the city of New York. I lead a pretty ordinary life. Wake-up, work, get home, eat, sleep, run, that sort of thing. I don't really have any family, as far as I know, they want nothing to do with me. Long story short, I didn't really follow the path they wanted me to go down, and they didn't understand that. So here I am. And as for love, I've always been fine by myself really. I'm a lone wolf really. It's best that way. I arrived at work and logged onto my computer to see what today had in store for me.
MICHAEL'S POV
I groaned and rolled over to turn my alarm off. Next to me, the evidence of my night out stirred as well. I got up and went to shower. I heard her call me. "Mikey, come back to bed." I groaned.
"I have to get ready for work. Go downstairs and get breakfast. I'll be down soon."
She smiled at me. "Or I could come join you in the shower."
I brushed her off. "No. No. Go get breakfast. I need to think about things." She didn't look to happy, but sauntered away downstairs. I don't know why I sleep around. I don't even know her name. Just as I was about to get in, my phone rang. Birkhoff. "What's up?" I asked impatiently.
"Yo Mike! Just wondering when you are gonna get your ass in work" he shouted down the phone.
"Birk, chill. I'll be there soon. Just got to take care of something, and stop shouting. You'll add to my hangover." I replied.
"I'm guessing you've got a girl over. I'm worried about you Mike. All this partying, it's not good." Birkhoff said. He did actually sound worried. I love the guy, not that I would admit it.
"Chill, Sey, I'm fine. I'll see you at work, yeah." I said.
"Ok" he sighed, and hung up. I got in the shower, and let the hot water cascade over my skin, relaxing me, preparing me for the day ahead. I put on a white shirt, black jacket, black pants, and shoes. When I went downstairs, unfortunately, my 'guest' was still there, eating a piece of toast. To her dismay, I quickly ushered her out, and when I knew she was definitely gone, I made my way to work, a photography studio on a small street corner. On my way in, I popped into my favourite coffee place, and ordered my usual, a croissant, and a cappuchino. I walked out of the shop, and I turned the corner bumping into someone in the process, and my coffee went all over them. I pulled back to see that it was a woman, a woman, now with a very large coffee stain on her white blouse. "I am so sorry. I didn't see you at all. I've ruined your blouse. I am really, really sorry." I said, finally getting my words out. She was beautiful. I mean, really beautiful. She had long brown hair, tanned skin, deep brown eyes, and curves in all the right places. Wow.
She smiled at me. Even her smile was beautiful. "It's fine, don't worry about it. It just makes me wonder how big do I have to be before you do see me." We both laughed.
"I'll buy you a coffee to make up to you if you want." I asked.
She shook her head. "Sorry, I've got to get back to work."
"Another time maybe? Can I at least know your name?" I asked.
"Nikita" she replied. Nikita. It suited her. I went to compliment her on it, but she had gone. I made my way to work, my head in a daze. I pulled the door open, and was snapped out of my daze by Birkhoff's loud, joyful tone. "Yo! Earth to Michael. I thought you got lost or something. Are you ok man?" he asked.
"I'm fine." I snapped.
"Chill, man. I'm only joking. Wait, you've met a girl." he said, laughing.
"I meet loads of girls, but this one was different, for some reason. She caught my attention straight away." I said, still picturing her.
"Well, who is she?" Seymour asked.
"I don't know. All I got was her name. Nikita." I replied.
"She must be hot. I've never seen you like this" he laughed.
"Shut up." I said, punching him on the arm, and the day carried on as normal, however leaving the question of whether I will see this Nikita again.
NIKITA'S POV
I walked back to work, feeling fairly embarrassed that I had a massive brown stain all over my blouse. I couldn't shake the image of him though. Short, spiky, black hair, green eyes, strong jaw, and a well defined body, you could see that beneath the white shirt he wore. He was tall, dark and handsome. I didn't even catch his name. He had mine, and his voice, it was so deep and husky. I got back to my office. Sonya, my assistant, helped clean me up. When we were finished, I told her what had happened. She was a bit of a romantic, which is exactly what she though the encounter was. I told her to shut up, and I got back to my work, really hoping, that by fate, or some sort of luck, that I would bump into this stranger again.