To Touch A Soul [On Hold]

(2) | just one talk

"Let's take a walk.

You can show me some of your memories

and I'll show you some of mine."

― Adam Berlin

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CHAPTER TWO

Half a minute later, Xander was still looking down at his forearm, grinning to himself like a dog with a bone. But then, he snapped out of it and looked down the street to see the barely-there silhouette of the girl that had punched him in the mouth just now—his soulmate.

With all the different ways he'd imagined this going, he could never have conjured up a reality where he'd get punched in the face by the woman he'd be destined to be with. But that was just his luck.

When it hit him that he knew nothing about her besides her name, he was filled with a renewed sense of purpose. He had to get to her; he had to know who she was. He tugged down his sleeve and jogged down the street in an attempt to catch up to her, and soon enough, he did, falling into step next to her.

"You know I'm kind of embarrassed for you," he called out.

He waited for her to react to his provoking words, but she didn't even flinch, let alone turn around to look at him. She simply took a sip from her drink and carried on walking.

"I mean," he continued, "I'd hate to think that's the best you've got."

He saw the stiffening of her shoulders a second before she whirled around to look him dead in the eye and asked, "Why are you trying so hard to get reacquainted with my fist so soon?"

He held out both hands in surrender and grinned before saying, "Hey, I'm just making conversation here."

"You do seem to have a warped understanding of it," she muttered in response.

"So," he said after taking a sip from his drink, "are you new in town?"

"Please, don't tell me you're asking because you'd remember me if you'd seen me before."

"Well, don't you think awfully highly of yourself." He smirked at the unimpressed look she shot his way. His voice dropped an octave as he said, "But yes, I'm pretty confident I'd remember you."

"...and, there it is."

"I'm sorry"—he grinned—"it was right there. So, are you new in town?"

Seeing as she didn't have an easy way out of conversation, she relented and divulged this bit of information with a monosyllabic answer. "Yes."

"Did you just move here?" He took another sip from his drink as he regarded her.

There was genuine interest in his voice now, and Alice couldn't help but answer his inquiry with a decent response. "Still in the process of it, actually."

"Well, if you need help moving boxes and stuff, I'm your guy." He made a show of flexing his biceps, and Alice couldn't help but snicker at the sight—Xander wasn't particularly muscular.

"Do you honestly think I'd willingly let you into my house?" she asked.

He tilted his head to the side and gave her his best innocent puppy look before he asked, "Wouldn't you?"