Faery Godlover(10)

By: Lizzie Lynn Lee

“What’d you do to get that?” Enzo asked, dumbfounded. “Who was it?”

Jasmine checked the name. All it said was Prince Duada. That could not be a real name. She couldn’t imagine to whom a moniker like that would belong. Until it hit her… the strange, hot guy with the dark glasses. It had to have been him. Nobody else stood out today in the least.

“That guy with the sunglasses. The tall one,” Jasmine answered her eyes wide.

“Oh my god, of course,” Enzo replied. “Girl, go cash that shit in immediately.”

“I don’t know… this has to be fake,” she murmured. “What if it’s a trick?”

Enzo stared at her open-mouthed, as though she were the dumbest human being on the face of the planet. “A trick? You’re not being punked, Jasmine. It’s totally real.”

“I--I don’t know what to do. I doubt we even have enough money in the till to cash this tip, Enzo. Cynthia is gonna flip.”

“Who the fuck cares? It’s your money! Hey, I have manager keys. I’ll do it myself. Come on, let’s get your money!” he said enthusiastically, dragging her over to the master till in the back office. There was just enough cash to make it happen—today had been busy. Jasmine blinked down numbly at the money in her hands. It was mostly in smaller bills, and it was a ridiculous looking stack of green.

“I need to go home and, like, take a nap or something,” Jasmine said quietly, still in utter shock. Enzo patted her on the back.

“Aren’t you glad I made you look at your tips?” Enzo laughed as she walked out of the cafe and toward the back parking lot in a trancelike state. Her mind was racing, utterly caught up in how fantastic and bizarre this was. Who in the world tipped five hundred bucks on a two-dollar cup of coffee?

“Greetings!” chimed a bright, silken voice. Jasmine snapped back to reality to see a man stretched out across the hood of her car.

It was the guy from earlier—the big tipper.

“What are you doing on my car? Were you waiting for me all this time?” Jasmine began. Then she went pale, panic filling her veins. What if he was waiting to take back the money? Maybe he’d accidentally written 500 instead of five. Her heart sank and her shoulders slumped a little. Of course it was too good to be true.

“Has it really been that long?” the mysterious guy mused aloud, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “I always have had trouble getting used to mortal chronology.”

Jasmine’s eyebrows shot up. This guy had to be straight-up nuts.

“M-mortal what?” she asked, holding her purse close.

He chuckled and waved his hand dismissively, sitting up. “Oh, never mind. Anyway, I just thought I’d introduce myself now that you’re not surrounded by all those other humans. I’m here to change your life! Or at least your love life, that is. What is the term your people use? Oh yes, faery godmother. Except, as you can probably tell, I’m nobody’s mother.”

There was a long silence while Jasmine simply stared at him. His bright enthusiasm didn’t appear to wane in the least during this pause.

“Um… okay. You’re either a serial killer or a crazy person, so I’m just gonna go,” Jasmine said finally.

The guy tilted his head to one side quizzically. “Go? Without even hearing my pitch?”

“Just assume that whatever you’re selling, I don’t want it.”

“Oh no, it doesn’t work like that. See, you don’t have a choice, and neither do I. You’re my assignment. My, ahh, homework, if you will. I’ve got my orders and I’m here to carry them out whether you like it or not. But I promise you will like it,” he said, winking at her.

“Look, I don’t know what kind of toxic mold you’ve been breathing, but I want no part in… whatever this is,” Jasmine said.

“Just let me work my magic, human!” he said, almost impetuously.

“There’s no such thing,” she retorted, striding quickly past him.

Out of nowhere, a high wind picked up and began to spin around her, and a shrill howl filled her ears. It sounded like she was caught in the eye of a hurricane—the world surrounding her merely a distant backdrop as she was encircled by this cold, floral-scented cyclone. A hail of white and purple flower petals wafted down from the heavens, falling in a circular pattern to land gently on Jasmine’s face and hair. She stood stock-still, not daring to move, completely bewildered by this sudden, inexplicable force of nature. She began to feel utterly weightless, her toes lifting off the ground as her body drifted slowly, gracefully upward.