I had shoveled breakfast into my face faster than appropriate. A night of drinking always did this to me. We finished our breakfast with light conversation in the sparse time between my bites. Jasper must have eaten before I woke up, he barely touched his cereal. I thanked him for taking care of me last night and reaffirmed our plans for tonight.

Why did he take care of me like that? Why does he give me those intense looks, not that I mind? If I could get away with staring at him all day, I absolutely would.

He walked me to my own apartment on campus and gently kissed my hand before turning to leave. As he began to walk away, I could feel that feeling coming over me. Oh no, not now…Not now you idiot! I chastised myself internally. A Vision.

Whenever I have a vision, I've been told that I get a vacant look in my eyes. A look that betrays my deepest darkest secret. A look that told anyone who knew that I was seeing something very different from the mundane world surrounded us. But it isn't just a vision or flash of something to me. It is something every bit as real in its own way. Something that is coming, something that would happen soon.

I felt a hand on my elbow as I braced myself against the doorframe. I hoped and prayed that it was the hand on one of my roommates and that Jasper was missing the spectacular affair playing out behind him. It had been an excruciating nightmare telling them about my visions, but entirely unavoidable given our proximity to each other. For each and every foster family that had become privy to my secret, it was yet another impromptu visit back to the foster system. There was always some excuse. They had never betrayed my secret to the workers, thankfully. But it only solidified the horror that set in now at that thought of Jasper witnessing this now.

I was looking into a mirror. My face was adorned with a purple and grey smoky eye with a delicate and sharp winged liner. My body sported a high-collared, purple, velvet, and skin-tight dress with a pair of black thigh-high boots. There was a knock at the door behind me, and when I opened it Jasper was standing there holding a gorgeous black and purple orchid. He was dressed in a pressed white dress shirt with dress pants that were perfectly pleated and perhaps too snug around his upper thighs and his…

Just then my sight faded to black again before releasing me from its grip. I shook my head, trying to regain some semblance of normalcy.

"Are you alright Ali?" Jasper inquired. Gosh, it was his hand. That's it, I can never recover from this and he will run away screaming…Did he call me Ali?

"I, uh…Yeah, I'm sorry." I blushed. No one had ever called me by a nickname, but I didn't mind it coming from his perfectly carved lips. Alright Alice, it's time to get your shit together and become a flirty vixen again. We cannot give him any more reasons to leave.

"There's no need Darlin'. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Perhaps you'll avoid those hot chocolates and vodka from now on, or at least for a while." He chuckled. I was grateful for his remark. How could I have found a man so perfect? And could I keep him?

We exchanged goodbyes once again and I began my day long process of prepping for tonight with Nicole. He was effortlessly perfect, and I had to try my damnedest to achieve a similar appearance if we were to go out into actual public. My look for the night was obviously going to be from my vision, it was too perfect not to.

"Are you sure about him Alice?" Nicole began.

"I don't like it. Something's not fucking right with him..." Charles muttered.

"Oh don't you all start getting jealous now." Sarah laughed as she swatted the boys out from my door frame. "Can't you see the sparkle of love in her eyes?" She urged.

"Have you seen the pits of black he has for eyes?" Nicole shuttered visibly.

"But he's so hottttt" Craig mocked from his room down the hall.

"Okay, but he is ridiculously hot though. Where the hell has he been hiding when we go out?" Sarah murmured while plopping down on the floor next to the desk chair I occupied while Nicole curled the last few pieces of hair.

I locked eyes with Nicole. "I'm sure. I know now you've all been talking about. I've never felt it before but I do now."

I turned to Sarah now, she was the only one who felt comfortable talking about my gift. "It's him."

She knew enough, but nothing that could be considered out of the ordinary. Certainly not any of my suspicions about him and us.

"Wait I'm sorry, it's him?" She shrieked low.

"Wait, does he know?" Nicole asked concern laced through every word. She never truly engaged in them, in truth I think they frightened her.

"Not outright, but...he did just see one when he dropped me off so that's great." I groaned throwing my head back to look at Nicole. She just purses her lips and shook her head while raising a beautifully arched brow.

"Hey, I mean you're still going on a date so it can't be that bad!" Sarah reassured "It'll be fine. You look amazing, he'll be too distracted to think any different for sure" she bugged at my leg.

"I hope so." I wrung my hands in front of me.

Four fifty-eight. I better make sure everything is in order for his arrival at five. I employed Sarah to light a few candles, Craig to put on some light music, and Nicole to spray my curls with a can and a half of hairspray. Just then I looked into the mirror in the entryway and had that oh so familiar feeling of déjà vu; a knock at the door.

I skipped over to the door, knowing full and well what troubles I was about to get myself into. My vision yet again didn't disappoint. He was a dream, even more so. It took everything inside of me to avert my gaze anywhere but on those perfectly tailored trousers. I chose to acknowledge the gorgeous flower.

"That's lovely Jasper. Where ever did you find such a rare beauty in a town as dead as this one?"

"Doing so seems to be a talent of mine recently." He winked as he handed me the flower. "It also seems I chose the perfect colors for tonight."

"Indeed so." I smiled, feeling a blush rise just beneath the layer of makeup on my pale skin. Jasper seemed to shift uncomfortably in the doorway. "Let me go set this in my room and then we can go, okay?"

He nodded, and I sashayed towards my room, trying to draw attention away from my childish blush and to my swaying hips. My figure was both a blessing and a curse at times.

Sarah wiggled her eyebrows at me as the others proceeded to stare him down. If this did happen to work out, I'd have to figure out how to get them on board I guess. All in time, only one mission at a time.