I don't understand what girl see in me

The shrill beeping of the alarm clock pierced the morning stillness, pulling me from the depths of sleep. Groggily, I reached out, but instead of the snooze button, a surge of black fire magic erupted from my fingertips. A small fireball spiraled towards the alarm, and with a resounding boom, it exploded, sending a tremor through the house.

"Oh shit," I gasped, staring at the charred remains of what used to be my alarm clock.

"That's the fourth time this week I've had to buy a new one," I thought, frustration bubbling within me. My magic was becoming unruly, manifesting at the slightest provocation, and it was starting to become a problem.

With a heavy sigh, I pushed the covers aside and made my way to the bathroom. The warm water of the shower was a welcome contrast to the morning's abrupt start. I took my time, letting the steam envelop me as I brushed my teeth and combed my hair back, trying to regain some sense of normalcy.

After the shower, I opened my wardrobe and browsed through my clothes. I needed something practical, something that wouldn't restrict my movements or get in the way. "This is perfect," I said, pulling out a sporty outfit that was both comfortable and functional. I dressed quickly, eager to leave the morning's mishap behind.

Descending the stairs to the dining room, I found breakfast already laid out—a plate of pancakes and fried eggs, still warm. There was no one else around, just the quiet hum of the house.

"It's pretty good," I mumbled to myself, savoring the meal. It was a small comfort, but a welcome one.

I finished eating and headed for the front door, ready to face the day. "Where are you going?" Louise's voice cut through the silence, startling me. I jumped, then turned to face her.

"I'm just going to the guild," I replied, my hand on the doorknob. I needed to find a mission, something lucrative to keep up with the payments to Louise.

Without waiting for a response, I opened the door and stepped out, leaving the house and the remnants of the morning's chaos behind.

I stepped out of the house, the morning sun casting a warm glow over the cobblestone path. I closed the gate behind me and started my walk to the guild.

The alley was alive with the hum of the early risers; the little shops along the way were modern marvels of technology, their displays showcasing the latest gadgets and gizmos. Holographic signs flickered above doorways, advertising everything from enchanted trinkets to the newest spellware updates.

As I walked past a quaint fruit shop, the familiar voice of Madame Beatrice called out to me. "Aurelia, I need some help, please could you help me?" Her tone was always warm, tinged with the slight desperation of the morning rush.

"Of course, Madame Beatrice," I replied with a smile, pushing open the door to the shop. The interior was a charming array of colors and scents.

Wooden crates brimming with exotic fruits were stacked neatly against the walls, and the air was sweet with the fragrance of ripe peaches and citrus. The shop was a well-organized rainbow of produce; each fruit had its place, and the vibrant hues seemed to dance under the soft lighting.

"Thank you, Aurelia, you're a lifesaver. We'll have to manage to move these big boxes of fruit into the shed," said Beatrice, gesturing towards a stack of crates. I nodded and set to work, my arms moving with practiced ease. Within minutes, the task was complete.

"Thank you, Aurelia, have some strawberries, they're your favorite," she said, offering me a tray of glistening red berries.

I accepted them gratefully, popping one into my mouth. "Yum, you really do make the best strawberries," I said, the sweetness bursting on my tongue.

"It's nothing, by the way, you know, you can always marry my daughter, I wouldn't mind that," Beatrice joked, nodding towards a young girl who peeked out from behind a shelf, her cheeks flushed with shyness. She was lovely, but not quite my style.

"No, but I'll be back maybe later or in a few days," I said with a chuckle, stepping out of the shop.

"Now I have to go to the guild," I added, the determination firm in my voice as I resumed my journey, the taste of strawberries lingering as a sweet reminder of the community I was a part of.

I continued my walk, the familiar greetings of the merchants filling the air. "Morning, Aurelia!" they'd call out, and I'd nod with a smile, replying, "I'm going to the guild," as I passed by.

The guild building loomed ahead, a grand structure of dark stone and gleaming metal. Its walls were adorned with intricate carvings of mythical creatures, and banners in deep reds and golds fluttered in the breeze.

The large oak doors were bound with iron, and as I pushed them open, I narrowly avoided a body that stumbled towards me. "Be a bit more careful," I muttered, stepping inside.

The interior was a cacophony of sights and sounds. Demons haggled over contracts in one corner, while a group of werewolves lounged near the fireplace, their laughter rumbling like thunder. Humans, elves, and even a few dragons milled about, the air thick with the scent of magic and the promise of adventure.

I made my way to the reception, where Carin, her skin has the soft luminescence of moonlight, and her eyes are deep pools of azure, reflecting a wisdom as old as the forests from which her kind emerged.

Her hair cascades down her back in a waterfall of lustrous, midnight blue strands, each one shimmering with hints of purple when it catches the light. 

"Hello, Carin," I greeted her, and she flashed me a dazzling smile.

"You still wouldn't be interested in going out with me," she teased, her voice lilting, a wink accompanying her words.

I handed her my membership card, maintaining a stoic expression. "No, not yet. Could I go and choose a mission?" I asked, my tone firm.

Carin feigned a pout, then handed me a key. "Yes, there are plenty. And besides, look at your locker, I think it's full," she said with a playful smirk.

I approached my locker, turning the key in the lock. As the door swung open, a deluge of love letters cascaded to the floor. "I really don't understand what girls see in me," I sighed, the weight of their affections heavy in my hands.