A woman has been dating guy after guy, but it never seems to work out. She’s unaware that she’s actually been dating the same guy over and over; a shapeshifter who’s fallen for her, and is certain he’s going to get it right this time.

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A slender scarlet haired woman wondered the streets by herself, alone and needless to say, lonely. She wore a black trench coat with a red and black striped shirt underneath with blue knee-ripped jeans. She dawned on her favorite black boots with golden buttons running up the length of the outer sides of each boot. It seemed to be more of a fashion statement than anything. But why was she lonely? It was because she had been dating guy after guy, but nothing was working out for her. It seemed hopeless and she was just one guy away from being done with the dating game all together. The next guy she had started to date was going to be her last chance, her one stitch effort to hopefully find The one. If it wasn’t him, she would finally give up on dating and just live alone in her apartment. Most likely with a cat or a dog, that she hadn’t decided yet if her next guy wasn’t The one.

She sighed heavily to herself as she had entered into the small coffee cafe she had been to time and time again. The familiar ring of the bell above the door had given her a small bit of hope, but also gave her a pang of helplessness. She thought about her usual spot residing at the booth nearest the kitchen. Her gaze followed the grain of the hardwood as she slowly sludged her way over to her spot. She didn’t even notice the guy sitting there already with her favorite dish and drink on the table.

The woman had slumped down in the seat with her cheek in her hand, her elbow resting on the varnished mahogany table. Her gaze hadn’t lifted in the slightest.

The male sitting across from the scarlet haired woman couldn’t help himself as a chuckle had left his throat. His hair was sandy blond, his cheeks sprinkled with a few freckles, and his skin was lightly tanned. He had a pair of circular rimless glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose and small lines of metal extended to his ears, looping around slightly just enough to keep them from falling off of his face. The tone of his voice was gentle and kind as he had spoken, light and airy almost. “Excuse me miss, are you alright?” He asked, his head gently tilted to the side. He wore a plain black t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans with black and white converse shoes.

This wasn’t the first time he had asked her this question. It was admittedly the eleventh time he had asked her this question though it was the twentieth time he had met her and pursued in dating her. He had succeeded in asking her out every time, but it hadn’t worked out. He was a shapeshifter and he had fallen in love with her in his first form, tried to date her, and it didn’t work out. He tried again and again, trying to get it right. He was sure that this was The time he was going to get it right. He knew that he was The one for her. This was going to be his the attempt where it all worked out, where they would date and it would work to go on into marriage and a family. Albeit a strange one with shapeshifting children most likely if they had inherited it from him.

Something he had noticed along the way is that she was blissfully unaware that she had been dating the same guy over and over again.

The scarlet haired woman had looked up from the floor of the cafe and to the male sitting in front of her. She bolted up from her seat and apologized frantically. “I am so so so sorry! I didn’t see you there! I can move to another table!”

The male chuckled softly and he had shaken his head. “No… Please, stay here with me. I would love the company.” He responded gently, urging her to stay as he had gestured to the food and beverage in front of himself. “I already ordered food and I can’t finished it all by myself. Plus they accidentally gave me the wrong drink.” That last part about the drink was a lie, he had intentionally ordered that knowing that she was going coming into this cafe and booth. It was her favorite after all. “… It’s a chocolate cappuccino with caramel syrup.”

The woman thought for a few moments, tossing the idea around in her head whether or not she should stay. The male had seemed so welcoming and he did accidentally get the wrong drink. She nodded her head slowly, sitting down across from him. “… Th-Thank you…” She said softly.

He had pushed the warm and sweet beverage over to her side of the booth and continued to smile in her direction. “You’re welcome miss–…”

“Charlotte! …C-Call me Charlotte…” She was surprised that she had answered with her name so quickly and feverently. Her cheeks had begun to blush the same color as her hair and she hid her face behind her curled arm.

The male had gently risen from his seat and moved her arm away from her face slowly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you miss Charlotte. My name is Simon.” He introduced with a soft delicate look in his eyes. He smiled just as softly as his eyes had laid upon her.

That introduction was the start of many dates. Simon was thrilled and he knew that this time, he would get it right. He felt it in his heart. In every fiber of his being.

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