Isolde checked her watch as she slowly plowed through Boston's traffic. The neat white van makes with blazing red calligraphy, Flowers for You, inched along with the cargo of arranged flowers. She could smell the sea from here and knew that she had to be approaching the docks where Club Malachai was located. The fog had drifted to shore and she strained her eyes in the foggy darkness as she maneuvered a parking spot.<br/><br/>Killing the engine, Isolde sat for a minute listening to the tick tick tick as it cooled. Taking a deep breath, she spilled out of the door and flung open the side panel. Inside were two towering bouquets of blood red rose. Filling her arms, Isolde could just barely see and felt nearly suffocated in the intoxicating scent of roses. She made her way to the door of the club, where she could hear the gut wrenching bass in fulll force.<br/><br/>As she reached the door, a voice said,<br/>"Let me help you with that."<br/><br/>Isolde looked into bottomless dark eyes, struck by an old knowledge, a recognition of souls, She couldn't look away. Only one thought filled her mind, "Wow. He is beautiful."<br/><br/>As the big man held the door for her, Isolde heard him say. "I own this establishment. Just have the door man sign for those and let me buy you a drink as a token of my appreciation for a job well done. These flowers will make the place a bit fancier and less like a seedy dive."<br/><br/>Isolde did as he suggested and then arranged the flowers on a credenza just inside the entryway, just under a long ornate mirror. When she turned, looking for the man, a cocktail waitress sashayed over to lead her to a booth in the back. The witch slid across the Italian Leather looking quizzically at the woman.<br/><br/>"What would you have? The boss will be right back. He said to wait here."<br/><br/>Isolde ordered a Bailey's on the rocks and decided to splurge , making it a double. She leaned back to watch the crowd and waited.