Author's Note: Hi! So this is my first fic ever (I heard that I wasn't supposed to announce that, but... eh.) This story came from a weird dream. I'm pretty sure someone slipped something into my juice that night. Lol. but not. Any feedback would be great! I definitely want to improve on this story and hopefully continue it. I've already finished Chapter 2 and am waiting for my beta, so if you have any suggestions, let me know! Thanks for reading :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Legend of the Seeker nor do I profit from this in any way.
It was starting to rain. Kahlan first noticed the soft pattering of water droplets on her helmet as she sped down 12th Avenue on her blue Vespa. Within five minutes, those gentle drops of rain became harsh bullets deflecting off her bare and frigid skin. Sneaking a furtive glance in her left side mirror, she saw the black Towncar darting in and out of traffic just as fast as her motorcycle did. Kahlan knew they would catch up to her soon. The only way to possibly shake them off her tail would be to continue the chase on foot. She knew every alleyway, every shortcut, and every building in Manhattan. After all, this was her city.
"Hey bartender! Can I get two Heinekens?"
Richard looked up from pouring a peach martini to acknowledge the new order. It was a busy night at Westie's. He fluidly slid the glass across the counter and turned around for the beers. With a quick flip of his hand, he threw the bottles behind his back, snatched the bottle opener off the wall, spun around, and caught both drinks in one hand. Richard grinned knowingly when two middle-aged females whistled and hooted while he cracked off the caps.
That's when he saw her. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Long, raven colored hair reached all the way to her waist. Eyes so blue he could almost see the sky in them. Freckles dotting her face and arms could be spotted across the bar. Her face was not only physically attractive, but had a sense of wisdom and understanding that only experience and hardships would provide. Countless international fashion models and famous actresses came into his brother's bar, yet none compared with this woman. They were just lowly lightning bugs, and she was the glorious moon shining over them. She looked more elegant in her drenched white summer dress than all the movie stars he'd seen in designer evening gowns that stopped by for a drink after premieres. Even with her dark hair plastered to her head and eyeliner smudging around her eyes, she looked stunning.
An annoyed voice snapped him out of his reverie.
"Buddy! Come on, what does it take for someone to get a drink around here? I've been waiting forever!"
"Sorry sir, I'll be right with you. Your drink's on its way," Richard sincerely apologized. He regretfully tore his eyes from the woman and went to make the order. She was just so- SMASH! He looked down and saw a broken bottle of vodka at his 'd never dropped a drink before. Ever. He clumsily apologized again and quickly made another drink. The night was slowing down and there didn't seem to be any orders coming in, so he turned his attention back to the woman. She was gone.
