Description
She sat there in the corner, by the window, not paying any attention to the world, curled up in the chair dazzed and stuck in her book. She wore glasses, jeans, converse, and a hoodie, her long blonde-ish, brown-ish, black-ish hair flowing and dangling in front of her face on one side the other behind her ear. And now I was the one dazzed, by her.
"Myla." The man at the coffee counter called out to her. "Umm, Myla...Stone." He called once more. She finally realized, she set the book down and began walking this way.
"I'm sorry~" She said softly, her voice sweet sounding, like an angel.
"No worries, that book must be really good, huh Myla?" He sang, she gave a tiny giggle and nodded.
"Sorry again Sam." She said, then quickly gracefully driffted back to her comfy looking seat by the window, and picking up the book once more.
"Sir, sir, can I help you?" He, the Sam boy, asked me. I quickly turned back to him to order.
Foreword
Lonely, pretty, stuck-in-a-book-all-the-time school girl, Myla Reann Stone, full American sweetheart is trapped, trapped in a fairytale-like dream, and refuses to believe it's really happening, when she finds herself caught up in a magical myth almost like her story books.
"I think I have a tiny problem...I think, THINK I might be falling for you, which I know is bad, because this is just a book I've fallin' too far into and can't get back out for a while, or it's just a dream, or even a nightmare. I don't know, it seems to good to be true."
"Why is that?"
"Because this...." She said motioning everywhere around her. "..this only happens in the books and movies. That's the fairytale."
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