What the future holds...

A/N: Thanks for all the reviews, I really appreciate it. I’m sorry I couldn’t update this fic as I was ill but I am better now, although I’m making this a short chapter. So on with story.

Paige and Bruce sat face to face in the expensive Italian restaurant, sipping expensive Italian wine. The two had only met last week at the old home and for Paige, it had been love – or rather, lust – on first sight. She was eager to know more about this sexy, mysterious man and this was the perfect opportunity to do so.

Bruce was tall, dark and handsome and he seemed to be a little older than Paige but she didn’t mind at all. After all, where love exists, age is not a barrier.

"I know we haven’t had the chance to get to know each other, plus, I’ve been really busy," Paige set down her wineglass. "So tell me, what exactly do you do for a living?" she was completely aware of how ridiculous her question sounded but she asked it anyway.

Bruce raised and eyebrow, amused. "Well, let’s just say that I...am a supplier," he replied vaguely.

"A supplier of what?" she inquired. Just then, the waiter came with their order of...well, she didn’t know what it was called, but it had sauce, meat and bread and its scent was absolutely mouth-watering. She took a bite of it. Umm...tasty...

He was watching her with an amused smile on his handsome face. "Well," he said, "I supply...stuff...potions, actually."

"Ooh, potions," she smiled.

He laughed and said, "Actually it’s a brand of perfume called Potion. I...uh, own the company." He flashed her a charming, yet humble smile.

Paige’s eyes widened. "Potion!" she exclaimed. "Oh, my God, I love that stuff. As a matter of fact, I’m wearing it right now." She blushed a little.

"Yes, I noticed," he replied. "So tell me, Paige, what exactly do you do, besides working at the old folks’ home?"

What did she do? That was an interesting question. She considered telling him that she was a witch, but then she decided against it. "I don’t really do anything other than that," she replied. She hated lying to him but what other choice did she have?

"I see," replied Bruce. "And you live with your sisters?"

"Yes."

"Why is that?"

"Well, it’s a funny story, actually. Um, you see, my birth parents gave me up after I was born and I was raised in a foster family. It was just two years ago that I found out I had a real family...I found my sisters and I’ve been living with them ever since."

Bruce swallowed a mouthful of meat. "That’s interesting – you must be very close to them."

"Yeah, I am," she admitted. "I honestly don’t know what I would do without them." She smiled.

"Do you believe in magic?" he asked suddenly.

The question took her completely by surprise. "What do you ask that?" she said, not sure what to say to him.

He shrugged innocently. "The fact that you’re wearing Potion...you do know that witches use potions to practice magrighright?"

She laughed nervously and took a sip of wine. "It doesn’t have anything to do with that."

He smiled reassuring at her. "Look, Paige, you don’t have to be afraid. I knew exactly who you were the moment I smelled your perfume."

She stared at him for a moment. "Oh, my God," she breathed. "You’re a witch."