Red Strings of Fate || Shisui Uchiha

ღ Step 1: Acceptance. ღ

       Okay [Name] you're really here. Waiting on a certified someone to help you find the love of your life. Yes, you do need the help.

       She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, held it, then released. Then she remembered that before she came here she had sprayed some kind of lavender and vanilla perfume on herself. She had read online that it had calming effects. Whatever that was supposed to mean.

      She brought her wrist up to her nose and inhaled deeply hoping it would perform a miracle and actually calm her nerves. Still keeping her wrist to her nose she tried and failed to make herself more comfortable in her cushiony chair. Finally realizing how oddly quiet the waiting room she was sitting in was her gaze found the middle-aged receptionist staring at her with the oddest look. She gave her one in return before noticing that she was probably staring at her weirdly because she still had her wrist to her nose. Oops.

       How much longer was this going to take? She'd been here for -- she looked at her pastel wristwatch -- twenty minutes. Why was she so on edge? She impatiently drummed her fingers against her thigh as her gaze wandered the room.

     Too gray walls. White trimmings. Leather white chairs. How did they keep those clean?

      A telephone ringing made her jerk from her thoughts. She watched the receptionist's expression turned from annoyed to instantly smiling at the person on the other end of the line.

       What did she put in her cereal this morning? Could she ask her for some?

       The receptionist ended the call and a frown instantly replaced her smile as soon as she looked back at [Name].

       "Mr. Uchiha's office is through that door, down the hall to your right. He's waiting." She said, as she turned her back to her and started typing at her computer.

       Okayyyy. She looked down at the top of her desk for the first time since arriving. Mikoto Floggsworth. What the heck? Was that even a real name?

       Maybe it wasn't too late to turn around and run out of the building. No, no you wanted this, you need this. You cannot pick a good man for yourself to save your life.

       A few feet and she was standing in front of a dark imposing door. However, before she could reach out for the doorknob and open the door it was opened for her by the occupant of the room. 

       Her eyes roamed from his shiny black dress shoes, up his immaculately tight slacks, his buttoned up shirt until she reached his face. Wow, he was handsome. She now knew the reason for the receptionist smiling. Raven black hair, tied in a ponytail, dark eyes you could get lost in -- 

       When he called her name she realized she was gaping at him. God, get laid [Name]. It's overdue. Stop gawking you weirdo.

       She cleared her throat before speaking out, "Yes, that's me."

       The handsome young man swept his arm out, "Please have a seat."

       He sat down in the large leather chair behind his desk and went searching for her file.

       "I'm Itachi Uchiha. Shisui couldn't be here. He was summoned for a last minute company meeting. I'll be taking care of you for today." He flipped through her file. "Usually, when a new client comes in we do a more extensive background check and then we go on our way with the rest. However, I'm sure you don't want to be here for too long." The corner of his lips lifted up in a small smile that he directed at her.