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Miriam looked up, to where someone...oh she knew him. Jason? Yeah, Jason Fitzgerald... He sat in front of her in a couple of her classes. She was about to tell him to go away, but then he expressed interest in her drawing... and it sounded like a simple conversation starter, but there was a hint of actual interest. On top of that, he even offered her a doughnut.

“Thank you.” She said, accepting a doughnut. “I'm afraid it's not finished yet, so I can't let you see it. I believe I saw your last play... you are the guy in the theater, right? It was funny... yet kind of sad.”

She put her sketchbook away, and focused on eating the doughnut. Some of the girls were still staring at her, either because of the earlier fire incident, or because she was talking to someone, witch she usually did not do. For someone reason, she felt as the following conversation would have meaning... call it woman’s intuition.

“I'm not sure we have met, officially. I'm Miriam Smith... call me...”

5 seconds later, she recovered from a burst of micro sleep, “Oh, I'm sorry. Just call me Miriam, okay?”
She noticed the book in his hands, “Oh, I've read that book before... that plot was confusing at first, but it made more sense towards the middle. I could relate to one or two of the characters.
She pulled a book from her bag, “I'm reading 'Angel of Fire'. It's about a young angel who was cast of of heaven because she could manipulate fire, because they thought it was connected to hell. SO now she has to find a way to connect to human life... I'm talking too much, aren't I?” She asked, quickly putting the book back.