Nobody Puts Baby In A Corner (Open)
Freyja was doing what Freyja did best- tilting the scales in matters of the heart. She'd spent the afternoon flitting from store to store, whispering thoughts of fashion advice in the unsuspecting minds of frumpy young women who couldn't understand why, in their drab, bulky sweaters and sensible shoes, they couldn't find love. She'd had particular trouble with one who thought Freyja's nudges implied the leopard print stilettos and a purple leather skirt. Gah! She'd had to take the form of a saleswoman to steer that one in the right direction. What she wanted to attract would not be what she would get with that kind of style.
She'd spent the rest of the day interceding in small ways that would later be viewed as coincidence, or Fate in the minds of the more romantic. People seemed particularly clumsy today, tripping and bumping into what would be their perfect companion if they took the time to at least speak more than an apology. People were in too much of a hurry these days to notice what was right in front of them. One couple didn't get the hint until their third accidental encounter, resulting in the man having to help the lady collect the spilled contents of her purse, at which point a conversation finally bloomed over the book she was reading that just happened to be one of his favorites.
Things like that seemed to be happening all over town. In the museum she swept through, people felt more inclined than usual to discuss their favorite pieces with whoever was nearby. Guys asked girls for their opinion on a gift for their sisters or mothers. One man even bought a bouquet of flowers on a whim and gave it to the first pretty girl he saw. Love was in the air.
She was currently dining in a fairly nice restaurant, nothing so posh that rigid social graces were required, but not so relaxed that there would be distractions from other areas to sway attentions away from companions. Freyja amused herself with settling small quarrels before they could really begin, and encouraging little tokens of affection.
Not that everyone there was already paired up. Many an eye turned her way, but she ignored them all. She was working, and though more than one might think he was a god among men when it came to women, she really had no interest in even revealing their arrogance for what it was. While these men did little more than break women's hearts, she was focusing on the positive.
From her vantage point at a table in a darkened corner of the room, Freyja noticed another woman alone in another corner. This would never do. Freyja was going to ensure that the next man that fit the bill suddenly felt an urge to request joining the woman. Love could sense her loneliness, and her own heart went out to the woman. Freyja knew that love didn't come to those that hid from the world, but to those who went seeking it. But this would be one time it would find its way into a dark corner of its own accord.
She sat back, sipping her wine with a gentle smile on her face. A smile that made a man whose eye had strayed her way suddenly want to call an old girlfriend he'd not since since college.