It was a gloomy Thursday afternoon almost six years ago and Mira was driving through the highway from her coffee shop to meet an investor for the second branch of her café when her car suddenly broke down ten minutes away from their meeting place.
“What the... Shit! Why does this have to happen now?!” Mira grunted as she hit the steering wheel. “I’m going to be late!” She called for a towing service and her regular mechanic, to take the car to the shop and get it fixed.
They came fifteen minutes later and took the car. By that time, she only had twenty minutes until the scheduled meeting. Since the rendezvous point was just a few blocks away, Mira grabbed her purse and the folders with her business proposals and started walking the rest of the way.
That meeting was very important to her, it was her chance to prove to herself and her parents that she would be able to sustain and improve the business that they gave her. The investor was recommended to her by her best friend Coleen. She said she knew a friend from college who knew a rising young hotel tycoon who was willing to invest in small food and beverage businesses as his way of putting his eggs in different baskets to safeguard his interests.
Five minutes in and she felt big drops of water fall on her head and arms, she looked up and saw that it has started raining. She picked up her pace and ran, slouching to shield the folders she tucked under her bag with her body.
Before she knew it, the downpour was torrential and the dark clouds completely cast out the sun. It became impossible to see beyond two feet from where she was.
Mira was soaked through and through but she still rushed to where she was supposed to meet her investor. She has tried to set that meeting for months but the man was just too busy. If she missed her chance to meet with him now, she may not be able to get another one.
Thinking things couldn’t get any worse, she continued on her way with two major concerns in mind, keep the proposals dry and figure out how to still win the investor’s good graces even though she’s drenched and looked terrible.
But things were about to take a turn for the worse (or better) because five feet away, as she crossed the road in front of the hotel where she knew the investor must be waiting for her, she was unaware of a tired cab driver who dozed off behind the wheel of his vehicle, running 80 miles per hour headed directly towards her.
Mira was almost across when she saw the bright blinding lights a foot away from her. She heard the loud horn blow and the screeching sound of the brakes. Then she smelled the scent of burning rubber and froze in shock. She was sure the car would hit her and waited for the impact but it didn’t happen. Instead, a strong arm slipped around her waist and hurled her to safety.
Mira trembled and sobbed, terrified of what almost happened to her. She heard the man who saved her ask her questions as he turned her to face him and checked for any injuries but she was too disoriented to speak. She just closed her eyes and cried.
Mira heard him say, “Let’s get out of this rain,” and let him lead her inside the hotel lobby.
She didn’t know the man but somehow she trusted him completely. The man ordered some towels from the staff and they rushed off the get them.
Mira felt the man drape a towel over her shoulders as he guided her to sit on a chair beside the front desk.
As she recovered from her shock, she heard conversations in passing, addressing the man as Sir and everyone obeying his every command. There was something about his voice that was both gentle and powerful.
When she heard him tell the front desk officer to get a room for her, Mira finally got the strength to look up and speak.
“You don’t have to do that,” she said quietly. “You’ve been too kind. You’ve helped enough.”
“Oh, thank goodness, you’re okay,” the man said as he sat beside her. “You need the room to dry up and change. I thought you were never going to talk,” he added with a chuckle.
Mira turned to look at her savior and was surprised by his appearance. He looked like an angel. His handsome face on his fair skin had deep-set eyes, a high nose, pink lips, and a strong jawline. As if that’s not impressive enough, he also has a deep dimple on his left cheek that gave him a boy-next-door appeal and muscular shoulders, chest, and arms that were clearly outlined through his wet shirt.
Well, isn’t he just perfectly dreamy?
She sighed. “I’m not dreaming, am I? Or hallucinating? Or dead? Because I think I’m in heaven and you’re an angel.”
“No, Miss. You’re not dead.” He blushed by the way her twinkling brown eyes stared at him. “And you can get inside my head right now…” His voice lowered as his eyes raked up and down her pretty face and her body with her now soaked off-shoulder white dress clinging to her perfect curves and showing traces of her skin-toned underwear. “I’m far from being an angel if you don’t stop staring at me with those darned hypnotic eyes and quit biting those full red lips.”
Then it was her turn to blush as he swallowed thickly and shook his head to get the inappropriate thoughts that started to crowd his mind out.
“Uhm… Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do I need to take you to the hospital?” He asked.
“Hospital? No, God, no! The only diagnosis they will find would be a severe case of bad luck and acute stupidity.” She grinned.
It amazed him how her completely distraught expression just seconds ago suddenly lit up with that brilliant smile which seemed to also light up the whole room.
“I’m okay. I was just having the worst day. Thank you. Thank you so much for saving my life and for bringing me here. You are too kind, Mr...”
“Allen. Reignald Allen.” He smiled back. “And you’re welcome.”
“Oh my!” Mira gasped. “Mr. Allen?! It’s me, Mira. Mira Capili. I was on my way to our meeting when you pulled me out of the way of that car.”
“Wow, would you look at that?” He grinned, amazement sparked in his eyes. “What are the odds?” He chuckled.
“Indeed. What are the odds?” She giggled and blushed as she was filled by an overwhelming hope of the beginning of a beautiful story.
Mira opened her eyes and as soon as his hand left her skin, the glowing marks started to fade but the memory she gained remained with her.
“Reignald...” She whispered as her heart felt like it just found its missing piece.
“You remember...” He sighed.
“I do. I remember you. Show me more, Reignald.”
He nodded his head and slowly moved forward. He drew his face closer to her shoulder, pushed the strap of her tank top to the side with a finger then very gently rubbed his cheek on her olive skin.
The warmth of his breath on her bare skin and the tenderness of his touch gave her a fluttery sensation all over her body. And as a second mark glowed she was shown her second memory.