Marvel: The Witcher

Kaycee smiled, her eyes sparkling with surprise and amusement. "Well, look who it is, Mr big Talk himself showing up at my door. 

Well don't just stand there, come in! I promise I don't bite."

Kaycee... My savior, it's good to see you too!

While cringing at her remarks, I stepped over the threshold, my shoes squeaking slightly on the hardwood floor. Immediately, the smell of perfume hit my nostrils, overpowering everything else. The thing about the supernatural scenses of a witcher is that any scent, foul or malevolent, is amplified several times.

Ahem

"Sorry, I... didn't know if I should knock or just wait," I spewed, my awkwardness making me cringe even more.

Kaycee shrugged, waving it off. "No need to apologize. You're here safe, that's what matters."

She motioned to the living room. "Make yourself comfortable. Want something to drink? Or, can I get you something to eat if you're hungry?"

I nodded quickly, still unsure how to act. "Uh, sure. Anything's fine."

Unwilling to deny her generous offer of refreshments, I graciously accepted.

A few minutes later, she brought me a sandwich and a cup of orange juice, setting them on the coffee table in front of me.

With a wide smile, I thanked her and promptly then dug in.

Kaycee's smile brightened even more as I thanked her, her eyes gleaming with a mix of pride. "You're welcome! Hope it's okay. I wasn't sure what you liked, so I went with something simple."

The flavors were surprisingly good for something whipped up in a couple of minutes. The orange juice was refreshing, too, the cool tang cutting through my nerves.

"Honestly, this is perfect," I said, trying to sound more relaxed. "You didn't have to do all this, but I really appreciate it."

I will definitely repay you one day for your kindness today!

She waved it off casually, settling onto the couch beside me. "I have to say I didn't expect a call so soon.

Wiping my mouth with my sleeve, I looked at her, a small smile on my face, with all signs of nervousness gone. "Well, actually, I was hoping I could crash at your place for a few days. I arrived in NYC early this morning, so I don't have any accommodations prepared.'"

However, Don't think I'm a freeloader I'm actually quite resourceful and I also have many hidden talents. 

I leaned back in my chair, watching Kaycee's skeptical face as she crossed her arms. "Oh really?" she said, her eyebrow arched. "So, you can eat anything, speak every language, and now you're a music genius too?"

With a deep, exaggerated sigh, I took a slow sip of my drink, savoring the moment. "Yes, but it's not just that. I'm a master of improvisation. Give me any scenario, and I'll turn it into something great. I'm basically a walking Swiss Army knife of awesomeness."

Kaycee's eyes narrowed, her lips twitching as if she was holding back a laugh. "I can't wait to hear about this. Please, continue. I'm on the edge of my seat."

"Gladly," I said, leaning forward slightly, fully enjoying the theatrics. "I can eat food that's been sitting out for days without a single stomach ache. Have you ever tried something like that? No bloating, no indigestion, nothing. My gut is like a superhero."

Kaycee shook her head, unconvinced. "I think you're just lucky, but go on. You can eat like a garbage disposal, what's next?"

"Languages, Kaycee. I can speak most common languages fluently. You name it, I can talk in it. Spanish? Done. French? Easy. Mandarin? No problem. I've got a whole list of languages I'm proficient in. It's practically a party trick."

"Uh-huh," she said, clearly not convinced. "So, you're a polyglot who eats expired food and doesn't get sick. That's your big secret?"

I couldn't help but grin smugly. "Not even close. You haven't heard the best part. I'm also a music prodigy, though I like to stay humble about it. I come up with incredible melodies and lyrics, just like that." I snapped my fingers for emphasis. "Most of them are inspired by, uh, 'public domain' works, but hey, creativity is creativity, right?"

Kaycee's eyes widened, a playful smirk forming on her lips. "Wait, so you just steal songs and change them up a little?"

I held up a finger. "It's not stealing, it's inspiration. Think of it as… homage. Anyway, I've got a whole portfolio of 'original' music. One of these days, you're going to hear one of my tracks on the radio, and you'll say, 'Hey, I know that guy.'"

She let out a small laugh, shaking her head. "Yeah, right. Sure, I'll be sure to tune in."

I could feel my confidence growing, as if I was laying out the blueprint for world domination—one slightly exaggerated claim at a time.

"Oh, and in case you're wondering," I added with a dramatic flair, "I'm also a combat master. It's a hidden talent, but maybe one day you'll be able to see it in action."

Kaycee rolled her eyes, clearly trying not to smile. "Oh, so now you're also a master of martial arts."

"Exactly," I replied, letting my smug smile grow even wider. "Like I said, I'm resourceful."

"Resourceful?" she repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Or just a professional freeloader?"

I shrugged, leaning back again, enjoying the game. "Does it really matter? I'm just a guy with many talents. One day, you'll see."

Kaycee laughed, shaking her head. "Well, I have to admit, you've got some pretty interesting... 'skills.' I'm curious to see how far this 'resourcefulness' takes you."

I winked. "Stick around, Kaycee. You might just find yourself impressed.

With a contemptuous gaze, Kaycee looked at me as if she was about to put some of my claims to the test. "Oh yeah? Well, wait here. I've got something for you, wise guy."

Before I could even respond, she turned on her heel and disappeared into a nearby room. My curiosity piqued, I sat back, wondering what she was up to. It didn't take long before she reappeared, holding a gleaming saxophone.

I blinked, my mind racing. A saxophone? But it was more than just any saxophone. It was the instrument that had unlocked a memory deep within me, something from my past life I couldn't quite explain. The sound of it, the look of it—suddenly, it all clicked. I felt a pulse of excitement course through me.

As I stared at the sax, a strange sense of déjà vu washed over me, and in my mind, the familiar sound played—da-da-da-da-da-da-da da-da-da-da-da-da-da da! The iconic melody of the Epic Sax Guy filled my thoughts, as if he himself were giving me a secret nod of approval from the other side.

I looked up at Kaycee, whose expression had morphed into one of smug amusement. "You're going to play that, huh?" she said, arms crossed and a grin tugging at the corner of her lips.

I could already feel my fingers itching to get to work. Without a second thought, I grabbed the saxophone from her hands, a wide grin spreading across my face.

Moments later, the room was filled with the unmistakable tune. My fingers flew over the keys as the smooth, energetic melody took over. I was Epic Sax Guy reincarnate. The room fell silent for a split second before I could hear Kaycee's breath catch. Her eyes widened, and a look of disbelief spread across her face.

"No way," she murmured, almost to herself, her eyes locked on me. "He's doing it! He's actually doing it!"

I was lost in the music now, the rush of adrenaline powering me forward as I riffed and soared through the iconic melody. I was in my element—every note was perfect, every beat crisp and right on time. Kaycee stood frozen, her mouth agape as I performed with the same intensity and style as the legendary sax player.

When I finally finished the song, the last note hanging in the air like a perfect echo, I sat back, breathing a little heavier than usual. Kaycee stared at me, wide-eyed, as if she couldn't believe what she had just witnessed.

She blinked a few times, then, without warning, she erupted into laughter. But it wasn't just any laugh—it was pure, unrestrained joy. She clapped her hands together like a kid on Christmas morning. "That… that was amazing!" she shouted, grinning from ear to ear.

I leaned back in my chair with a smug smile, savoring the sweet taste of victory. "Told you," I said, crossing my arms like a true showman. "I'm full of surprises."

Kaycee didn't even try to hide her admiration. She was practically bouncing in excitement. "You actually did it!" she exclaimed, shaking her head in disbelief. "I didn't think you could pull it off, but here you are, living the dream. You might just be the most talented person I've ever met."

I let out a mock humble laugh, twirling the saxophone in my hands. "It's all in a day's work, Kaycee. All in a day's work."

She took a step back, still grinning. "I can't believe you. You're a man of many mysteries. I'll admit, I thought I was going to be the one having fun watching you fail. But now… I need to start taking you seriously."

I gave her a wink, "That's what I thought. Stick around long enough, and you'll see just how deep my talents run."

That's it! Everyone needs to see this. We should upload it to YouTube—everyone's going to love it!"

Kaycee's excitement was infectious, but it also triggered a wave of panic within me. Before I could protest, she was already pulling out her phone, her thumb swiping across the screen as she prepared to record. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she counted down from three.

"Wait, Kaycee, hold on, let's just—"

But it was too late. She was already filming.

With wide eyes, I scrambled to compose myself, tightening my grip on the saxophone and trying to gather my thoughts. There was no backing out now. The camera was rolling, and I had an audience to impress.

I took a deep breath and dove back into the familiar melody, the rhythmic pulse of the Epic Sax Guy coursing through me. I could feel the familiar thrill building, my fingers dancing across the keys, playing with an intensity I didn't even know I had. The music felt like second nature, like it had always been a part of me. The room around me faded, leaving only the sound and the satisfying flow of my performance.

I didn't even look at Kaycee at first; I was too wrapped up in the music. But out of the corner of my eye, I saw her jump into the frame the moment I finished, her arms flailing in pure joy. She was laughing, spinning around, and celebrating like a kid on Christmas morning. It was infectious, the kind of pure, unfiltered excitement that made everything else fade into the background.

As I caught a glimpse of her, the world suddenly seemed to slow. Watching her bounce around, her face lit up with pure happiness, I couldn't help but think one thing:

Shit, I think I'm in love.

It hit me like a ton of bricks, completely unexpected. I had been so focused on the music, the performance, that I hadn't realized how much I had been drawn to her. There was something about her energy, the way she embraced life with reckless abandon, that made my heart skip a beat. It was like I could see her soul shining through, carefree and brilliant, and it was absolutely magnetic.

She noticed my gaze, her eyes catching mine with a playful smile. "What?" she asked, her voice teasing, breathless from her little celebration. "You don't look so confident now, mister sax prodigy. Something on your mind?"

I could feel my face flush, a sudden warmth spreading through me. My heart hammered in my chest as I tried to cover up the awkwardness. "Uh, nothing," I muttered quickly, trying to laugh it off. "Just, uh... not used to being filmed, that's all."

Kaycee raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. But she didn't press the issue. Instead, she gave me another one of those grins—the kind that made my pulse race a little faster.

"Well," she said, scrolling through her phone. "This video is going viral, so you better get used to being filmed. You just made a masterpiece."

I chuckled nervously, still trying to get my bearings. "Yeah, uh... it's good to know I've still got it."

But inside, I was thinking about how much more there was to her than just her antics. How her laugh was contagious, how her enthusiasm felt like a warm hug, how she managed to turn everything she touched into something a little bit more bright.

I wasn't sure if it was the saxophone, the music, or her infectious spirit, but I knew one thing for certain: something had shifted.

And for the first time, I didn't mind being caught off guard.