[ Dirk x Reader, 1st person POV (I/You/They) ]
I was in a rush. Something big was supposed to happen today.
But hey, while I can't slow down my hurrying footsteps, I can slow down on my thoughts. For starters, I work at the JC Penny in the mall around here, as an assistant manager. Recently, our boss, the manager, told us he was moving on, and agreed to leave his position to one of the two assistant managers. I had been neck and neck with the other assistant manager for months, and this was the perfect opportunity to show him up and snag the position.
I was rushing through the crowded halls of the mall, to-go coffee in my hand and an intent to come out on top. I was in such a rush to get to work that I hardly noticed that someone was copying my hurried footsteps right next to me. I turned my head to wave the newcomer off, but I instead found myself slowing down to look more closely.
First and foremost, he was gorgeous. He had a lanky teen look to him, he couldn't have been older than 20, but the freckles along his cheek gave his fairly masculine visage a childish look. He was looking at me with orange eyes, so bright and vibrant that they shone even through the triangular shades he wore. His dirty blonde hair was swept to the back, though a bit messy, and rushed. When I slowed down, he slowed too, and grabbed my shoulders tightly.
"I have to talk to you."
The authority behind that voice, the urgency of his tone, made me stop, despite my rush. He led me over to the fountain in the mall square, and sat on the edge. I sat too, and took a sip of my coffee. My legs were shaking, begging me to get back up and hurry over to JC Penny. But I could spare a moment, for something that sounded as important at this.
"Okay, so, where do I start," he asked, more to himself, his gaze shifting around. He looked everywhere but my eyes. He was either nervous, or just a socially awkward person. But nevertheless, I still listened.
"Well, okay, have you ever heard stories," he began, paused, and started up again, "about stuff like red strings and cupid?"
"Yes," I replied, but he must not of heard, because he continued to elaborate.
"How a red string connects two lovers by fate? Cupid's arrow makes people fall in love for eternity?"
"Yes, yes," I said, looking up at the clock in the mall. I was going to be late. My manager would give the job to that asshole, and I'd be left taking his orders for the rest of my job there. This had better be so damn important to cause me to be late.
"Well, okay," he took a deep breath. He pulled his sunglasses off, and looked me in the eyes for the first time. "I'm your soul mate."
Silence. Nothing but silence between the two of us. He seemed so serious, I seemed so doubtful. Neither of us knew what to say. His eyes kept on mine, and though every other bit of his body language showed he was nervous, they never left. Always looking right at me. I was so engulfed by his stare, I didn't even see his hands moving.
One had grabbed my hand, and the other had rested on my chest. Not in a sexual way, but directly over my heart. He brought my hand back to his chest, and rested it over his heart in turn. We sat like this for a moment, and when I was about to pull away, I finally felt it. What he was trying to show me.
Our hearts were beating in perfect sync to each other.
Not a millisecond in delay. They were perfectly aligned, not off by even the slightest of beats. I took a deep breath, and my heartbeat quickened, and though he didn't change his breathing at all, so did his.
"Do you see?" he practically whispered, his gaze piercing. I nodded wordlessly, I was stunned silent. He nodded, quietly, and pulls away, picking up his sunglasses from the fountain edge, but not putting them on.
"Hey!" I heard, snapping me out of my trance. I turned around, and one of the employees at JC Penny was quickly approaching. "What happened? You were supposed to be there! You didn't get the job, and now we're stuck listening to that fucker!"
"Calm down," I said, smiling a little bit more than I ought to have been. I stood up and reached my hand out behind me. When I felt Dirk grasp it, I continued. "Don't you think there's more important things going on today?"