#mitch fluff

You sighed, discouraged but knowing your friend was right. "I just want to see him one more time." You bit your lower lip. "At least to thank him for saving me."

She studied your face. "You also said you don't remember anything." She took her apron off, sitting down again to continue eating her lunch. "Just his eyes."

"I'm sure I could recognize him just by seeing his eyes again." You sounded sure, maybe too sure. "I know I don't remember anything else about him. But I do remember his eyes." You looked into the distance. "He has hazel eyes, but they had something that made them look a little more golden!"

Ava glanced at you. "Babe," She finished swallowing her food. "I don't want to make you feel depressed, okay?" She wandered closer to you, sitting beside you and holding one of your hands. "There are millions of men out there with hazel eyes."

You sighed again, remembering everything that happened. Two week ago, you had decided to take an early shift as one of your workmates had to fly back to their country due to some personal problems.

At 5.30 a.m you were making your way to your job, walking as quickly as possible as you were in charge of opening the cafe. Someone with a covered face tried to take your backpack, and as an instinct, you fought back. While doing your best to keep your bag with you, the person who was striving to rob you, ended up pushing you a couple of times.

You hardly recollected how he started to insult you, demanding for your hands to lose their grip on your bag. You still fought because everything you needed was inside that bag; your keys, money, phone, etc. The thief must have grown tired of you, and the next thing you remember was a rapid movement of one of his hands, something sharp scarring quite close to your left eye.

A man had noticed what was going on, and as he witnessed the thief run away with your belongings, he followed him. Some other people had discerned how you were standing in the middle of the street, rubbing the left side of your eye. They must have noticed the blood as a couple of them rushed to you, calling an ambulance.

Next, Hazel eyes were glancing deep into yours. Your vision was blurry because of your tears, but you had noticed that it was the man who followed the thief. The hazel-eyed man was holding your backpack, and he quickly checked your eye before leaving as someone seemed to be calling him. You never got the chance to thank him.

Coming back to your senses, you noticed that your break was over. You sighed, going back to your job while placing a big smile on your face for the costumers that you will attend.

A little girl was being carried by who you assumed was her mom. She offered you a shy smile while the mother encouraged her to ask for what she wanted. After the little girl whispered that she wanted something sweet and purple to drink, you knew what to prepare. The mother just asked for a warm latte.

You couldn't resist the little girl's smile and shiny eyes, gifting her a cookie she seemed to be eyeing since she entered the shop with her mom.

"Good morning," A raspy voice snapped you from your own world, noticing a new costumer in front of you. "May I get my order?"

You quickly nodded your head. "Good morning, sir." You placed another smile on your face. "What would you like to get?" You mentioned to the menu behind you. And just looking at him, you knew he was a coffee person, probably taking it as dark as possible, no sugar, no colour.

"Mmm," He scratched his facial hair. It seemed like he had shaved recently. "I would like some hot chocolate with cream on top."

You were surprised by his order, and even more, surprised because you had been wrong. You were never wrong. "What size would you like?" You grabbed three different cups, showing them to him, but before you could explain the sizes, he pointed to one of them. "Alright, sir. Would you fancy drinking your beverage here or would you prefer to take it with you?"

He glanced around, seeing that there weren't many people inside due to the early hours of the morning. "I would like to drink it here." He pointed to a table, knowing that you would carry his warm chocolate as soon as it was prepared.

As he walked away, you started preparing his drink while at the same time taking two more orders. When the warm chocolate was ready, you generously dripped some cream on top of it.

Wandering to his table, you noticed his liking. He had picked the farthest table at the cafe, next to a window, and his sunglasses were still on.  

"Here it is," You softly placed the warm drink in front of him with some napkins in case he would need them. "Enjoy your drink, sir."

As you were turning around to walk away, you couldn't help but peer at him as he was taking his sunglasses off. Then, you stopped dead in your tracks. It was him. God, you sounded like some crazy person, but it was him. He was the hazel-eyed man who had followed the thief, giving you your backpack. He was the man you wanted to thank.

"Staring is rude," He cleared his throat after sipping the warm chocolate. "Is your eye okay?"

You walked closer to him, being examined by his eyes as you sat in front of him. "I-I lost some peripheral vision in my left eye." You informed him, still getting used to the lack of peripheral vision as the knife had scarred deep within your skin.

He grumbled lowly. "I'm sorry about that." You glimpsed at him with a confused expression. "I, Uhm, I've been trying to find you as I wanted to apologize."

"Apologize for what?" You were so confused by his words.

"I jog every morning," He started. "I noticed that there was something wrong when I saw you, but the thief's back was facing me, so I didn't see that he was wearing a mask." He bit his lower lip. "I kind of just stood there, waiting for something that would tell me that I had to run over and help you." He met your gaze. "I didn't notice until I saw him pushing you around. When I got closer, you were already bleeding, and he was running away. so I wanted to apologize because I didn't act sooner."

You chuckled. "There were some people around, and they didn't do anything until they saw me bleeding. Some others just walked by while staring at me." You offered him a tiny smile. "You brought my backpack back to me." You sighed, feeling nervous under his deep stare. "And I was trying to find you too because I truly wanted to thank you for saving me. It could have been worse."

He chuckled. "Well, Uhm, that doesn't make me as crazy as people made me think I was for wanting to find you to apologize and see if you were alright."

"Did we have the same thoughts in different bodies?" You laughed. "I was trying, well, I wanted to find you too."  You scratched your neck. "But everyone told me I was being crazy and-."

"There are millions of people in the world." He continued. "And maybe you were a tourist." He rolled his eyes with a big smile on his face.

"And I only remembered," You continued to be interrupted by the man. However, both of you said the same thing. "The colour of your eyes."

You glanced at each other with wide eyes. "Wow, that's crazy." You smirked, seeming bewildered. "I-," You blushed. "I only remembered your hazel eyes."

"I'm Mitch Rapp," He offered his hand for you to shake. "And I only remembered your eyes too." Both of you chuckled, flustered and foolishly smiling at each other.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have Angel Eyes?" You both asked at the same time, puzzled by how connected you both were. Thankfully, it wouldn't be the last time you would see those Angel Eyes. And it wouldn't be the last time Mitch Rapp would see yours.

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