The small living room barely contained Mira's messy obsession with the case she was scribbling about in her notebook. The bookshelves that held countless crystals and tomes now stood half empty. Around her were pieces of paper and entries from old diaries, scattered, by the time Imani found her.

While Mira was sitting on the ground, her back to their old, green sofa, her two cats sat above her, looking over her work.

"That is one impressive messy bun" noted Imani as she sat on the sofa. Luna and Sol immediately took their places on her side. Contrary to popular belief, vampiric bodies were actually warmer than human ones... But Imani never cared enough to listen to Mira's explanation. She just enjoyed the extra love from the felines.

"Soooo, how did last night go? I smelled a spell when I came home. It smelled like... grass and cinnamon or somethin'."

"You can smell spells?"

Imani just shrugged to Mira's question, so the witch decided to let it go. There was so many things about the supernatural she only began to understand in the last couple of years and Imani was a young immortal. What is and is not standard vampire behavior was beyond both of them.

"Anyway, I had this man come into my shop yesterday-"

"Ooo, was he hot? Did you..?"

"What" Mira turned around and met with the black girl's suggestive look. "No! Of course not! He needed help. I think he has some serious problems."

"Like what?"

Mira grabbed her notes and turned to face Imani. If there was one thing that could help breaking this case it was presenting it to Imani. Somehow the girl always asked the right questions.

"He has intense guilt; hallucinations and revelations about hidden truths, like his gold digging girlfriend wanting to murder him after marriage; being tired, but not depressed all the time; hunger for red berry fruits; what else..?"

It took a moment for Imani to show any sign of receiving what Mira had said, but she gave her time. In the mean time she locked eyes with Luna, her white cat, who was now staring at her.

"I know, heavy."

"Mreow" Luna's answer was brief, yet powerful. It somehow snapped Imani out of her daze.

"Does this man have the same thing... You had?"

Again, Imani's question was right on point. Mira gave her a nod and puckered her lips. She always chewed on them when she thought about her past and what she had to endure. What she had to survive.

"This is a typical case of a guilt daemon" she groaned and slapped her notes. "But it makes no sense! He says he used to prank his chemistry teacher all the time and the guilt started when he recently learned that the woman died alone. I mean it sucks, but not enough guilt to attract a guiltie!"

"Maybe he is not telling you something?" Imani grabbed Sol, who was too fat for his own good and to climb on her lap on his own. Now he was purring, happy on his new 'pillow'.

"Maybe. Anyway, I still have to treat him. Oh, also! Get this: he thinks he was sent to me by... You know. The Big Guy."

"Big guy... What, you mean like, Dj Khaled or..?" Imani laughed before even receiving the murderous gaze from Mira.

"I meant God."

"I know you meant God. I'm just messing with you, girl!"

Mira rolled her eyes and agreed when Luna gave out a disapproving meow. "I know, he is clearly delusional! He actually believes that God heard his prayer, made my pamphlet fly into his hand."

"A flyer for a prayer, Quite the equal exchange, if you ask me."

"No, Mani, it's not. It's crazy! He must have prayed in the exact moment I made my spell and that's why he found my ad. Because MY spell brought him here!"

"Girl, you have the power to cast spells, have a vampire friend and sentient familiars that look like cats but are actually not. Oh and a DEMON that sucks the guild and life out of you. But sure, God is way too far-fetched."

For now, Mira was rendered speechless. She knew they both had different experiences and as much as she hated it, Imani had a head start of one century.

"Let's agree to disagree" she offered and released a deep sigh. "I will probably have to talk with him more to get to the bottom of this. That whole girlfriend thing... Poor guy."

"Good, but for now take a break maybe. Check on that cute guy who keeps answering to your half-assed messages" Imani giggled. However, she raised her hands in defense as Luna hissed at her.

" Okay, okay! No peeking, I know. Sorry" even if it was addressed to Mira, Imani mostly meant it to calm Luna down, who was stricter about the rules that day. "Someone's in a mood."

"Yeah, full moons turn her into a mini-judge. Don't sweat it."

"Does that mean you forgive me for looking into your phone?"

"Ah, sure. Whatever."

"Good, ‘cause I scheduled a date for tomorrow. With Damien."

Mira shot up and towered over her roommate who is now had a guilty, yet satisfied smile on her face. "What? No! No, that's it, I won't go!"

"Too bad, ‘cause I also invited him over. Woops" Imani got screams both from Mira and Luna. Sol, on the other hand, was fast asleep.

"Imani, I can't believe you've done this! What- what if he's a serial killer? Or a rapist! Or a rapist serial killer!"

"Then I rip his face off or you make him break all of his bones or break out in bleeding blisters or I don't know. Girl you are a witch and he is a sweet guy. You have nothing to fear, except for commitment maybe. Oh, also I told him not to let you reschedule."

“Really?!”

The room was too small to really walk around frustrated. Two steps with her long legs and Mira was already on the other side of it. 

There is no reason, there is no rhyme,

There is no way to turn back time.

But my will is unbroken, my will is strong ,

I command the universe to right this wrong!

Almost panicking Mira rattled off a spell, but to no veil. The event was set in time and there was no mistake from her side to be fixed. She knew that but tried again anyway.

Meanwhile Imani howled with excitement. "Mira calm down, girl! It's just a date. When was the last time you had a date?"

The witch stopped her pacing around the room and stared at Imani. The red hair on her head stood up, like an angry cat's.

"In highschool, okay? I needed time to get back in the game."

"And you had time. Half a decade, to be precise! You can't just sit at home and expect a boo to come to you! it's time you get out there!"