“Yeah, not happening,” I answer, walking past him. He freezes with a dumbfounded look on his face.
“What,” he asks, catching up to me. “Why not?”
“Because this is a situation pulled straight from a book or television series where the main character has superpowers and some secret organization decides he or she is “the Chosen One” or whatever and only she can fulfill the role of helping them. I’ve read this book and watched this show way too many times and you either die the hero, live long enough to become the villain, or at the very least, you blur the lines at some point along the way. I won’t let that happen to me, because in case you didn’t notice this is real life and heros don’t come back to it once they’ve died.”
“That won’t happen to you,” he seems to believe wholeheartedly.
“I’m not a hero and I’m certainly not the girl you’re looking for,” I tell him.
“Excuse me,” a little boy says, tapping my shoulder. “My name’s Liam Jr. Are you Mal?”
“Yes, I am, sweetheart,” I answer, bending to be eye level with him.
“Awesome,” he exclaims beaming. “My sister’s name is Mal, too! Do you want to meet her?” He grabs my arm and pulls me toward his family before I can answer. I don’t know who this kid is, but he clearly knows me. Cowboy Casanova, whose name I now realize I don’t know, follows after us.
“Hey, Momma May,” I greet, recognizing one of the people from Liam’s family.
“You remember,” a woman about my mother’s age says brightly.
“Of course I remember,” I say smiling back. “It was right here where I prayed for your daughter’s ovarian cancer. How is she?”
“I’ve never been healthier,” Lizzie, who is about my age, answers with a baby in her arms.
“I don’t know what supernatural powers God has blessed you with, but I couldn’t be happier that he placed you in my path to pray for us.” I can feel Casanova gloating besides me at the words of supernatural powers.
Standing next to Lizzie, a man, who is clearly Liam’s father, says, “We all stopped going to church when Lizzie was diagnosed, but when you stopped Momma May last year just to pray for her when you didn’t even know her, we knew it was God.”
“And when I was proclaimed healed at the very next appointment; it changed our lives.”
“We’ve had greater relationships with God and have been very active in the church since then,” Momma May says. “So, when we saw you, we just had to thank you for letting Him work through you.”
“Tell her about, Mal, Momma,” Liam exclaims jumping up and down with excitement.
“I wasn’t supposed to be able to have any more kids,” Lizzie explains. “So, when I found out I was pregnant, and we learned it was a girl, we felt led to name her after you. I hope that’s okay?”
“Of course it is,” I answer flattered.
Someone’s phone goes off and Liam Sr. says, “Sorry for the rush, but we actually need to go now.”
“No worries,” I assure them smiling. “It was nice meeting you.”
“Powers,” Casanova gloats in my ear as we walk away.
“I do not have super powers,” I insist.
“No, you have supernatural powers,” he corrects.
“Whatever,” I resign. “Whether I have powers or not, I’m not joining your secret agency.”
“What if I told you that you are the Chosen One?”
“Then I’d say you’re sadly mistaken, because I’m pretty sure I don’t look like Buffy Summers or Harry Potter.”
“Funny,” he says amused.
“I’m a funny girl,” I comment shrugging. “But I’m not your girl.”
“Who said you were? I’m simply her for work purposes,” he says, raising his eyes seductively. “If you want me for more than work though, then maybe we can talk.”
“Not on your life, Romeo,” I decline, walking away from him again.
Staying where he is, while I put distance between us, he shouts, “I have a name you know.”
Walking backward, I turn around to answer him. “And I have a date tonight; sorry Cowboy.” I don’t really have a date, but he doesn’t have to know that.