The ATM Machine

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

She was withdrawing cash from an ATM machine one night when shady men surrounded her. It's a small can of pepper spray against a bunch of sketchy fellas, and who is this handsome stranger that appeared out of nowhere?

Friday night.




Heart beating fast, sweating even though it’s a cold night, hand trembling a little, eyes are shifting back and forth, shallow breathing.


She turns her head ever so slightly, she’s trying to withdraw cash from the ATM machine but there were three men hanging around looking very suspicious. They weren’t there when she started using the ATM machine but just when she was selecting the option to withdraw cash, they showed up. The timing was too coincidental, she had a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, when she realised they might have been following her for some time.


She wants to cancel the transaction and run away but she’s worried they might attack her. If she withdraws the cash as planned, she will most likely be mugged. She reaches into her purse and finds pepper spray, she’s not confident as there are three men, worried that she might not be able to spray them in time and she doesn’t possess any self defence skills either. She holds onto her pepper spray tightly, takes a deep breath and cancels the transaction.


Just as she suspected, they started to approach her. Just as she was going to turn around and spray their faces, a young man shows up. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” He barks at them, you would never guess he had an aggressive side judging by his appearance. This young man is tall and lean, with short black straight hair, with friendly and evens sweet looking face. He lets out a dry laugh and points upwards to the right, the three men scurries away after noticing the surveillance camera.


“Are you alright?” the young man approaches her. Instead of thanking him, she holds up her pepper spray, never judge someone by their appearance, this handsome stranger could be a serial killer for all she knows. “Easy there, miss, I’m not like them,” he laughs nervously and puts both his hands up as if he was getting arrested. “If it makes you feel safe, you can search me, I don’t have any weapons or drugs,” he continues to put his hands up.


She hesitated. “Maybe you’re not carrying anything around, but what if you beat me senseless and steal my organs or something?” She thought, but what she didn’t realise was that she said that out loud. The stranger laughs again. “You really think I’d stand here talking to you if I was capable of something like that?” he asked her. She gulps and she searches him, he cooperated by staying still the whole time. The only thing she found on him was his cell phone, wallet, apartment keys and a pack of mints. “Do you believe me now?” he asks, and puts his hands down. She nods and finally puts away her pepper spray.


“I’m sorry and thank you,” she lets out a breath that she didn’t know she was holding. “You’re welcome, and you don’t have to apologise, I know you were just trying to be careful,” he says. “Can my back? I need to use the ATM machine,” she asks shyly, embarrassed that she misunderstood this stranger’s intentions. “Sure,” he smiles and he turns his back, helping her keep an eye while she finally completes her cash withdrawal transaction. She taps his shoulder when she’s done and realised he’s a whole head taller than her when he turns around.


“I’m sorry again,” she said. “I’m actually going to this cafe for a late night snack, would you like to join me as a “thank you for saving my life”?” she twiddles her fingers unconsciously. She struggles to look him in the eye for two reasons. The first, accusing him of having ill intentions and even searching him like she was a cop. Second is that his physical appearance is exactly her type. “That’d be nice,” he replies. “I’m Dylan,” he holds out his hand. His hands are big with long slender fingers. “Freya,” she shakes his hand and finally looks him in the eye.

Luckily the cafe operates for 24 hours, it turns out the timing is perfect after all. Freya and Dylan hit it off getting to know each other. Dylan reveals that he is an aspiring singer trying to make it in the entertainment industry. He works as a baker and when he’s off work, he uploads his song covers on YouTube, and he sometimes performs in bars. Meanwhile, Freya works as a marketing executive in real estate while working as a part time foreign language tutor and dabbling in freelance photography. Only when they realised it’s almost 3am, they parted ways.


“Wait!” Freya grabs his hand and he turns around, it looks like a scene from a romance movie. “Will I see you again?” she asks. “Oh, definitely,” he smiles sweetly at her and caresses the back of her head. “You got a leaf on your hair,” he chuckles, but it’s really just an excuse to caress her hair. “I’ll be performing tomorrow, I’ll send you the location,” he hands his cell phone over to her and she adds herself to his list of contacts. He gives her a miss call. “It really is nice meeting you, Freya,” he smiles but there’s a longing and a slight sadness in his eyes, he leaves reluctantly.


She saves his contact as “21st Century Knight” and tries to contain the large grin on her face on her way home.

Submitted: June 27, 2021

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Ann Sepino

This is so cute! I love 'gallant knight' type male leads. They never go out of fashion. Here's to hoping Dylan and Freya do end up getting together in this story universe. :)

Sun, June 27th, 2021 11:48am


I liked this. I think you should change the title to 21st century knight

Sun, June 27th, 2021 1:23pm

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