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It had been a very long day for Melanie that was thankfully near its end seeing as how the world was now dark. Few customers had dared to venture into the little shop which left Mel's mind free to wander. It dreamt about far off places, swords fights and princes in disguise. Her own role in such things? Well that depended on her mood. Today she had choosen to play the helpless maiden. While the stories were typical, it allowed a more lazy approach to spinning tales. All she had to do was wait, as she did all day. The woman did move slightly, from leaning on the desk or sitting on a stool, but nothing that would be classified as action. It helped made her imaginated tale seem slightly more realistic and consistent. But, like when every new customer entered the store, her thoughts were put on hold. Seeing as how it was near closing time, Melanie had moved herself to the back of the shop to fiddle around with replacing some books in their shelves. It would leave her to stand in the far asile of the store.

Her light blue eyes set upon the visitor that passed by. It was a dashing young man wearing mostly black. It inspired a sly closed-lip smile on her pink lips as she examined him for a breif moment further. Mel imagined him to be part of some secret service - a spy maybe - that had disappeared into the store to hide himself for a moment. Although she was sure the door had opened other times, Melaine's attention was only set on this young man and his history. He was stubborn, she assumed, with a manly seductive skill present in an english accent. His dark hair would be pushed back when he talked with a wide toothy grin. Yes, the pieces were falling together. He was a smoker, but only after sexual acts which he often had with numerous strange women whom never knew his real name. His name to her? Johnathan Reid. His cover story would be that he was a business man who just got off work for a small telemarketing company a few blocks away. Would the fair woman believe him? Outwardly, yes. Inwardly, never. She would treate him like a normal stranger while secretly understanding his dangerous and wild life. It would give her the edge among all the other women in his life and cause him to fall for her like no one else. She would love him for his stories and need for adventure. His strength and passion only bonuses. That was a romance Melanie could live with.

"Hello sir. Are you looking for anything inparticular?" 'Perhaps a woman to fall in love with?' She echoed in her mind as her lips continued to wear their genuine smile. Melanie tried to keep her attention on his face but found it starting to wander down his outfit, seeking its crevices and layers to find some type of body lay out. He had to be extremely fit. But her blue eyes would dart back to his as she awaited an answer.