The day Midna met Link was the worst day of her life. After finding herself broke, homeless, and jobless, she embarked on a hopeless quest to reunite with an old business partner.

The car she managed to snatch from the government's clutches was in sorry shape. It bounced and rattled as she raced down the dark road, lurching at every bump and pothole. Its wipers waved back and forth with a pitiful pace, and barely kept the drumming rain at bay. Dull headlights paved her path, offering only a few feet of sight in the rainy night. Honestly, she was mildly impressed the rickety old vehicle had gotten her this far. But, when smoke rose from the hood, she knew the joy ride was over.

She pulled over, the wheels sloshing in a puddle of mud. She smacked her hand against the steering wheel, feeling her frustration peak. She bolted from the car and kicked its front wheel, ignoring the fact that she was wearing her favorite pair of brand name heels. She stalked around to the front of the car, seething hatred at the rusty thing. She lifted the hood, ignoring a flash of heat. A puff of smoke surfaced and was quickly doused by the falling water. She unleased a hiss of anger and slammed the hood down. She sat back in the car and pounded the steering wheel a few more times.

They say when it rains it pours. To Midna, it felt like less of a downpour and more like someone dunking her head in a bucket of ice water. Life seemed to have a vindictive grudge against her, one it had made good on in the past few days.

First her accountant drained her savings and ran off to a different country. Then, she was "asked to leave" her modeling career after having a disagreement with one of its CEO. Then, after defaulting on her bills the government repossessed everything she owned. Well, everything except the clothes on her back, the shoes on her feet, and the old car she now sat in.

Midna groaned loudly and rubbed her hands over her face. She was in the middle of nowhere, headed to a backwoods town, driven by the fleeting notion that an old acquaintance might take pity on her. She let out a heavy sigh and heaved herself out of the car.

The rain barraged her as she stepped out. She slammed the door shut, feeling hatred bloom as she glowered at the decrepit hunk of metal. She gave it one last screech of fury, accompanied by a quick kick before she spun away.

She stalked down the deserted road. Her shoulders scrunched and her brows furrowed. The sound of her heels was muffled by the cacophony of falling rain as she pulled her thin coat tightly around her. She didn't want to think about how the rain was ruining her hair, or how it was making her make-up run. She especially didn't want to think about how she was scuffing her shoes on the rundown country road, or how her designer clothes were now saturated with water.

If I ever see that accountant again, I'll strangle him. She growled mentally as she walked on.

Suddenly, the ground disappeared beneath her. She let out a surprised yelp as she tumbled. He hands scrapped against the rough pavement and her bare knees sharply hit loose rock. She sat on the ground for a moment, confused as to what just happened. She looked at her feet, seeing a broken heel and a sizable pothole.

She frantically grabbed her shoe, wincing at the sight of such a magnificent fashion piece utterly ruined. She yelled at that point, unrestrained and angry. She shoved off the ground, stumbling as she got to her feet. She ripped the shoes off and carried them in her hand. She looked down in disdain at her torn dress and bruised knees. She lumbered on, grumbling to herself and cursing every drop of rain that dared to touch her.

The rain and thunder around her covered up the approaching roar of a vehicle. She walked on, keeping her eyes on her naked feet. She didn't see the headlights in the distance, as she gazed at the chipped paint on her toes. Only when the lights were upon her, and the screeching of breaks blared did she look up and see. There was a flash of metal and a sliver of blinding light before the car was upon her.

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"Midna, you're going to the scouting party tomorrow, right?"

"Yes, of course." She replied, absentmindedly touching the pen to her lips.

"What about Juliet's wedding?" Esmeralda asked, while thumbing through a handful of papers.

Midna chuckled "You know how I loathe supporting such catastrophes."

"Oh, come on." Esmeralda insisted, rising from her chair and coming to stand before Midna's work space. "I think it might work out. She really does seem to love him."

"Love, my dear Esmeralda, is the delusion that one man differs from another."

"Harsh." Esmeralda said, resting against Midna's desk "Well, just think about it. There's gonna be a ton of alcohol."

"You always know how to make me smile."

"Well, I'm off." Esmeralda pushed off Midna's desk and made for the door.

"You still haven't told me who you're brining to the party." Midna called after her.

"That's because I haven't found him yet." She responded cheerfully.

Midna groaned "Please tell me you aren't going to grab some sod off the street again."

"Oh come on, it usually works out."

"Yes, we all know your method is stunning. But, I cannot approve of you brining random men to my modeling agency. Last time, the police had to get involved."

"They were just mad that I didn't try and scout them instead."

"Nonetheless, I cannot approve. I have an image to uphold, you know."

"Yes, we all know." Esmeralda made a grand gesture "Midna the man-eater, owner of the Twilight modeling agency, destroyer of hearts and kicker of kittens ─ The twilight princess."

Midna smiled at her "Yes, the one and only. Now please, off with you. I have a lot of papers to see to and a shoot to schedule for next week, not to mention the party."

"Alright, see you tomorrow." Esmeralda waved goodbye and disappeared through the door.

Midna stayed a few more hours, tirelessly signing papers, making calls, and reading pleads from various companies begging for a sponsorship. Only when the clock struck midnight did she prepare to leave. She gathered her papers and stuck them in her briefcase. She picked up her purse and rifled through the contents, eventually fishing out her wallet. She pulled out a business card from one of the small pockets, wrote a note on the back, and slipped it into her briefcase. She was about to close the wallet when she saw a tuft of gold hair emerging from behind a credit card.

She stared at it for a moment, before slowly stretching her long fingers over it. She gently retrieved the photograph, and ran her eyes leisurely over it. The image showed a familiar face with brilliant blue eyes, a friendly smile, and a head of gilded hair. She stared at the image for a while, before allowing a forlorn smile to grace her lips.

"Hello, sunshine." She said softly.

What midna says is a gender flipped quote by H.L Mencken

Title and Chapter titles are lyrics from Talk by Kodaline