Amelia's POV

I take the tray and go. I hated dealing with drunk people but at least they were always drunk enough to not pay attention to how much they'd over tip. But, hungover people were the absolute worst. They were angry at everyone and never tipped. I shake my head, going to the elevator which would take me to the floor I needed. Once I arrived, I pushed the cart to the correct room, banging loudly.

There was no response.

Sighing again, I bang on it one more time, saying room service.

"Hang on!" I hear a male voice from the other side so I wait. There is shuffling going on from the other side of the room and a couple of curse words to follow. I should have just left the cart.

When the door opens, I see a man about my age. He had been dressed in wrinkled dress pants and a half buttoned dress shirt which the buttons are done unevenly. His black hair flutters around his face and his green eyes focus onto mine. Despite the red eyes and the obviousness that he did not shower last night, I could smell this cleanness about him- pepperminty. His stares usually I'd find it creepy but for some reason, I can't look away from him either.

"Mate." He whispers.

"Uh, what?" I question. "I'm the room service lady."

He tilts his head, slightly nodding. "Yeah sorry. You just look like my mate, like a friend."

"Oh!" I laugh, understanding "Are you from Australia?"

"No, no. I'm from New York, upstate." He says and I'm confused again. Did they say mate up there or?

"Okay, well here's your food." I tell him. "Do you want me to bring it inside?"

"No!" He shouts a bit. I am taken back, slightly nervous. "I mean, I'm a private person so, no thank you. It smells great."

"I'll give my compliments." I tell him. This is officially the longest conversation I've ever had with a customer. His eyes keep wandering over me- not in some lustful way but, maybe admiring? "Well, I should go now."

"Wait!" He tells me, running back into the room. He comes back with some cash and hands it over to me. "Thank you." As he hands the cash over, I feel this slight buzz inside me, kinda like a static shock.

"Sorry." I say, pulling my hand back.

"Don't be." He smiles and I find my heart leaping at the sight. What was wrong with me?

I leave, feet rushing as he pulls the cart inside. My fast pace brings me to the elevator where I go back to the kitchen. I pull the cash out and see a $50 dollar bill. My mouth gapes. It was a mistake- it had to be. I'd have to go back up. I had to wait until I got back downstairs to go back upstairs. The only problem about the Marquis is that each elevator had its own elevator pattern. I had to click the floor level from the outside before stepping inside. I couldn't switch once inside.

Going back up, a family: mom, dad and two kids. The parents hold hands as the two little girls run around the elevator excitedly. The parents apologize to me and I tell them it was no problem. I wanted to tell them about Nova but most of the time, they'll look straight to my hand and once they see no wedding ring, they'd scowl or roll their eyes. So I just smile at them and the little girls.

They go to one end of the hall while I go back to room 23. I knock on the door and he yells he's coming. When he opens the door, he's surprised.

"Hello, sorry to interrupt your breakfast sir but, it seems you've given me a $50 tip and I am sure there's been some mistake." I explain to him.

He smirks. "Nope."

"I thought so- wait what?"

"There's been no mistake. It seems like you're a hard worker and dedicated to the job so, it's yours." He tells me.

"Sir, there must be a mistake." I try to tell him. "It's way too much."

He chuckles, looking at my name tag "Amelia is it?" I nod. "Amelia, it is not a mistake. I tipped you a $50 bill and I meant to do so."

"Oh." I wasn't sure what to say. "Well thank you Mr.?"

"Holt. Elijah Holt." He extends his hands to shake. When I do, I feel the same static. I go to pull away but he squeezes for a second and I can't. As soon as the static appears, it fades into a vibration of currents. My eyes widen at the it's warmth. I look up to see him smiling. "It's nice to meet you too Ms.?"

"Amelia Green." I tell him and I let go. My hand goes cold and there is a part of me that wants to reach for him again.

But, I can't.

"Thank you once again Mr. Holt." I say before walking away, having no idea why my hand felt so cold now. I hold them together, walking off to my next duty.

Elijah's Pov.

I lay in bed when I hear a loud bang. Yeah, I ordered room service but, they don't have to take down the fúcking door. I roll over in bed thinking whoever it was could just leave my food outside- I don't feel like dealing with humans. I feel a crumpling and I sit up a bit, looking.

"Elijah,

Had a great night. Good luck with everything.

Kimberly"

I smirk a bit. I didn't regret having séx but, I wished that it was with someone I knew. But, maybe the fact I'd never see her again was a good thing. When I woke up, she was gone and I was glad. I didn't know how one-night stands worked.

"Room service!" The voice calls after another bang. My heart races at the sound. The slight city accent has me sitting up and going towards the door, despite my headache telling me to lay down.

"Hang on!" I tell her. She couldn't leave yet. I just had to see her. I quickly grab my pants and once I realize that there is no way to get the wrinkles out, I throw them on. I button my shirt as fast as I can, running my fingers through my hair once before opening the door.

"Mate." My wolf tells me and I know it's her.

"Uh, what?" She replies, confused as she slightly moves away from me. "I'm the room service lady."

What? Did I just call her my mate out loud? Why didn't she understand though?

"She's human." My wolf says slowly, almost in disbelief but at the same time, it made total sense.

Quick on my feet, I tell her, "Yeah sorry. You just look like my mate, like a friend."

She starts laughing "Oh! Are you from Australia?" Her laugh sounded like a personal tease from the goddess. That something so perfect as her existed and she was so close to me that I could simply reach out, grab her and kiss her. But, to her as a human she would never understand. She simply dangled in front of me- so close and yet so far from me.

"No, no. I'm from New York, upstate." I tell her.

Looking confused, "Okay, well here's your food. Do you want me to bring it inside?"

"No!" I didn't mean to shout but, the obvious spilled drinks and the condom thrown on the floor would give her an idea of what happened last night. And then I realize that not only did I shout at my mate but that I slept with a woman who wasn't. "I mean, I'm a private person so, no thank you. It smells great."

"I'll give my compliments." She tells me. I look at her, taking her all in. Her chestnut skin that seemed to have been washed over with silk. Her eyes while not just dark but light brown, filled with speckles of dark. She doesn't seem uncomfortable when I look at her- more curious as to why I was. "Well, I should go now."

I didn't want to let her go but, I had to. I planned on telling her goodbye but, I realized I needed to tip her. "Wait!"

Wait- do I tip my mate? I mean, she doesn't even know what a mate is, so if the chance is that I never see her again, I might as well tip her good. "Thank you." I hand the bill over and brush my hand over hers, just needing to feel her once. When I do, it's as if everything that never made sense before did and all the electricity in the world was from her and her only.

"Sorry." She pulls her hand back, looking at it. She felt it too.

"Don't be." I smile at her and she smiles back. And just as I pull the cart inside, she leaves and I wonder if maybe the one person I was supposed to call mine, would never be mine at all.