Thread: Chance Encounters (Dahaka x mila stark)

The years were passing rather slowly for Maggie Fitzpatrick , but that really was to be expected. She lived a boring life, every day filled with the same activities. Get up, go to work, teach, come home, grade papers, watch a movie, go to bed - every single day. The weekends weren't much different, only instead of going to work she did chores and ran errands, worked out some. She liked to keep in shape, despite the fact that she really had no one to impress. It was mostly for herself - more motivation for her to get out of bed in the morning. It wasn't that she didn't like her job - she loved teaching - it was just that she was looking for a little something more. More excitement, more... unpredictability. She used to like the safeness of it all, but lately... she didn't quite know how to describe it. The box, the safety she once craved, she wanted to break out of it all. Danger, excitement... lately she'd been drawn to it all for reasons she couldn't quite figure out. All she wanted was to add a little spice to her life. She just had no idea how to go about doing it. Maybe that was why she was dressing up to go out that Friday night instead of just sitting down with a glass of wine to watch Star Wars Revenge of the Sith for the ten billionth time. Going out was something she rarely did, and usually only happened when her friends came and dragged her out by her ears. But there she was, standing in the middle of her bedroom, checking herself out in a dress she hadn't worn in years. It was a dress her mother had gotten her when she was still in college in hopes that she'd wear it to go to parties and for nights out on the town. But she'd only worn it once - to a conference she attended for one of her classes that required semi-formal attire. She had to tone it down some with a cardigan, and she hadn't worn it since. Why she held onto it all this time, she had no idea. Smiling, she gave herself a slight nod of approval. At twenty-six years old, she was still as toned and slender as she was as a teen, something she had frequent exercising to thank. Her hair was a lot shorted than it had been over the years - due to a recent decision at the hair salon to shake things up a bit - but other than that she still looked the same. Golden blonde, thick hair and bright green eyes, defined cheekbones and plush lips. Her youth was never fading it seemed, and she only hoped that she continued to look as young and fresh as she did now when she was in her thirties. Grabbing her purse, she made her way out the door and out to her car. The drive into town didn't take as long as she'd expected it to, and she once she parked her car, she slowly made her way towards one of the many local bars. It was the first time she'd ever gone out on her own, and she was a bit nervous, but she was hoping that a couple of drinks would change that. Sliding into a seat at the bar, she flashed a coy smile at the bartender. He looked her over before smiling devilishly and giving her a slight wink. Maggie just ignored it and avoided his gaze, I'll have a vodka and cran, please. When he slid her the drink, she thanked him and then looked away. She knew well enough not to make eye contact - eye contact meant allowing him to engage a conversation. And as much as she knew she should be attracted to someone young and handsome like he was, she just wasn't. In fact, she really couldn't remember a time when she was ever attracted to a man.