She was giddy inside. Happy that Mr. Sexy Brown Eyes was sitting across from her. Happy that he remembered her habit. She gave a small smile staring back at her notebook. Than she realized she had to actually write. She scratched her arm and picked up her pen. Words flowed on the page in his presence. It was as if he was her muse. She liked that thought.
Sitting on the couch the girl sighed. Home alone, as usual. It became her normal. Mother worked long hours leaving her to take care of food and the house. It was like being Cinderella but without the evil stepsisters and evil stepmom. Her mother was kind and sweet. Just trying to make a leaving. She settled into the couch and flipped through the channels. Her mind wandering to the handsome stranger she had met. The way his eyes glowed and his infectious smile.
She stopped. Not wanting to write anymore. Instead she wanted to talk to Mr. Sexy Brown eyes. She took a deep breath and looked up. He was already looking at her. Her heart flipped. He smiled. “Done?” She sighed, “for today yeah.” He nodded, “how’s it coming?” She made a face which made him chuckle. “Slowly…very slowly. I’m not sure what direction I’m going in. I kinda just sit here and write and let whatever happens happens. It is suppose to be a love story so I can’t get too crazy.” She reached for her tea. “Ah, so no crazy killers? Mysterious deaths?” She paused. “Unless the guy she likes is actually a serial killer and than he changes his ways for her and they live the rest of their lives happily ever after on the run.” That cracked him up. His laugh was deep and rumbled. She laughed along with him. “That would be one heck of a story.” She nodded in agreement. “I don’t think I’ve learned your name yet?” She cocked her head to the side, “care to guess?” A fire lit in his eyes. A challenge. “Mhmm let’s start with Ariel.” She laughed. “No..no..I’m not a princess.” He shrugged his shoulders, “could have fooled me…let’s see…Abigail?” She shook her head. “Allison? Bethany? Rainbow? Kate?”
“No. No. What, no. Nope.” His pouted his lip. “It’s Mags. Just Mags.” He smiled, “well just Mags it’s a pleasure to meet you.” She shook her head smiling, “and yours?” He took a sip of his coffee. “My name is-“