After freeing himself from a loveless marriage, Micah is finally free to follow his own dreams. The thirst for knowledge in the world of natural magic prompts Micah to meet with Soren, a teacher of the magikal arts. Taking on a new student is no problem, but how much can Soren answer Michah's quest for a new life? At 10,070, we've got a bit to go, and it will probably hit the 20,000 mark.
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Soren paused, bottle halfway to his lips. Looking down at the kid in front of him, he smiled. Young, check. Exudes self-confidence, check. Cute as fuck? Definite check. But he was to be a student, nothing more.
"I am." Soren extended a hand as he set his bottle on the bar. "You must be Micah. It’s a pleasure."
Taking his hand, Micah held to it for a touch longer than might be necessary before he released it. "Micah Hayden at your service. I didn’t think you’d mind if we met here. It’s one of my favorite spots. The music is good, and the people are friendly."
"It’s an interesting place," Soren chuckled. "Can I buy you a drink? Or did you want to go somewhere…quieter?"
"Doesn’t matter to me." Shrugging a bit, he grinned at Soren. "Probably not the best place to talk, but I wasn’t sure how much we’d talk."
An eyebrow rose at that, Soren just a touch amused. "And what would we do if not talk?"
"It sort of depended on whether or not you really want to take me on. If we didn’t get along, then there’s always the dancing. Otherwise it would have been a dead bore." Being practical had to be an ingrained part of his personality.
Talking a slow drink of his water, Soren eyed Micah curiously. "Well, from what I’ve gathered through our conversations on the phone and through email, I’m willing to take you on. As for the dancing, I’m forty-three years old. I haven’t danced in fifteen years, so I’d be more likely to step on your toes."
Micah could hear Soren but conversation was difficult in the loud, raucous atmosphere of the club. His tone came out faintly teasing. "I’m sure there are still some moves left in the old body."
Gesturing towards the exit, he added, "Maybe we should find another place. I came here by cab so I’ll need to ride along with you if it’s not close by."
Soren finished his water and tossed the bottle into the nearest garbage can. "No problem." He led the way outside, crossed the parking lot, and stopped beside a Harley. Handing Micah the spare helmet hanging from one of the saddle bags, he said, "You ride?"
Eying the bike then the wizard, he just shook his head before he took the helmet. "Nope, never have."
"I’ll take it slow and easy since you’re a virgin." Soren grinned as he buckled his own helmet, then he straddled the seat and looked back at Micah. "Helmet on and sit behind me, arms around my waist. Word of warning: you’re gonna have to sit close and tight." With that, he started the motorcycle, the roar of the engine a sweet, rumbling purr.