My name is Sabrina Knight. Life? Ordinary. Middle-class. Predictable. Bills to pay. A younger sister who never shuts up. Parents who tried, but never quite gave me the life I dreamed of.
I lived in a small apartment, cozy but cramped. Thin walls, drafty winters, and constant reminders that life wasn't glamorous. I worked hard, saved every penny, and clung to my small dreams.
Tonight, like most nights, I was at The Amber Café, one of the best in France, juggling orders, refilling drinks, and dodging impatient customers. It wasn't much, but it was mine.
"Hey, Sabrina! You're late with those orders again," called Jade, bubbly as always.
"I'm… fashionably on time," I replied with a grin.
" Fashionably late, indeed," teased Leo, sarcasm sharp as ever.
"Leave her alone, Leo," Mia murmured, quiet and watchful. "She's fine."
"Secretly dating someone rich, maybe?" Tori teased, mischievous as always.
I rolled my eyes. "If I were, I wouldn't be here wiping tables, would I?"
"True…" laughed Ethan, our kind barista. "But one can dream, right?"
We laughed, then went back to taking orders until closing hour came.
I stepped outside, expecting a cab. None in sight. The streets were emptier than usual. Shadows stretched along the pavement, and a chill sank into my bones.
That's when a sleek black car came into view. I flagged it down, hoping it would stop—and it did.
The driver had blonde hair, piercing grey eyes, and pink plush lips. WOW… he's beautiful, I thought, my heart racing.
"You like the view?" he asked, grinning. I blushed, sure I was as red as a tomato.
Then he asked, "Need a ride?" His voice was smooth, teasing, confident… utterly masculine. My stomach twisted. Stranger. Dangerous. But ridiculously attractive. How could a guy have such… girly features?
The night was cold, and there was no other ride. My options were slim. I decided to take my chances.
"Uh… sure," I said, climbing in.
I couldn't risk him knowing where I lived. He could be rich, dangerous, or reckless. I gave him a wrong address, hoping he wouldn't notice.
We drove for a few minutes, the city lights blurring past.
" Is this where you live?" he asked, smirking.
"Not really," I replied, forcing a laugh. "I don't want to be a burden, but it's not far from my home."
Then his phone started ringing.
He answered quickly, his expression tightening. Anger flickered across his face—family, work… or something dangerous. I stayed quiet, curious and cautious.
Without realizing it, I drifted into sleep. A few minutes later, a tap on my shoulder woke me.
"Hey, we've arrived," he said.
I opened my eyes, pouting. I hated being woken up from naps. I unbuckled my seatbelt and stepped outside.
" Thanks a bunch. I owe you," I said, turning to walk away.
"Your name?" he asked. I hesitated.
" Please?" he added, soft but earnest.
I blinked. Never thought a guy would plead for my name. "It's Sabrina" , I said.
"It was nice meeting you, Sabrina. I'm Ivan Vol…" His phone rang again. He answered quickly, looked worried, then hung up.
" Sabrina, I really have to go now," he said. I nodded, understanding it must be important. I waved, and he waved back.
WOW… what just happened? It felt like a fairytale. But deep down, I knew this wasn't the end. Somehow, I had a feeling he was trouble I couldn't ignore.