Fall favors

Ch.3

Mira

Heart of rabbit

To be honest, Mira did not expect to see such a face again but she supposes everything has a tail. The fact that this kid remembers me from middle school and has matured into a prick was an unexpected surprise, unpleasant too.

"What's your name"

" Can I have your name old friend"

"I thought it was Maria"He squeaked.

MIRA ALMOST COUGHED UP A LUNG... But soon after that the gal resigned herself to her cruelest fate.

The musings of a boy that kept bursting her bubble of relaxation haunts her but she might as well just give the mouse a cookie.

In the library amidst a sprawl of all these books. Just a familiar quiet place, a space where Mira could relax, enjoy the warmth of the rays of the sun and get lost in her growing selection of books as she reads a few chapters of each to get a read on the type of story Mira picked up and decide if it was what she wanted to continue reading. 

There was a bit of hustle from the seats on the other side, a bit of noise from the boy moving his chair up, closer to the wooden table.

He kinda hovers vaguely in the girl's thoughts. The boy was a friend or someone else, face among the rest of my class. Blurry and distinctly unknown, more importantly he was a walking talking brat.

You see, Mira had decided to relax before the poor creature started to have a mental lapse in the girls restroom, there was something about the cold of the restroom. Sometimes Mira went in and would reload a second coating of lip gloss, and would take a deep breath in front of that large mirror. Clench those fingers into a round strong fist in front of the mirror, and thinks of her resolve , of her mom, And suddenly it felt as if she could take on the world again.

Other times the dim lighting of the restroom made her feel a bit constricted, as if those troubles were physically in the room with Mira. Maybe it was just the natural paranoia Mira has in general, but this boy wants something from her. Not knowing what he exactly wants and in reality he's doing nothing wrong.

"My name is Mira, I like to bake ," she says bluntly, hoping that that's enough for an introduction.

"Luka,"

He chirps and to my surprise he brings out a purple lunch bag out, the crinkling sound as well as the smell of bread and cheese wafting out of it gently.

"And I come with snacks" He's smiling now , and he has an impish look on his face.

This time she can't help but focus more on him, on the shade of thick dark brown hair, and his pretty warm brown eyes. He has silver studs with long silver colored chains linked to silver stars that clinked softly against the base of his neck and his navy blue polo's collar. 

Now it's like she's seeing him for the first time truly. Gone was the annoying, socially abysmal brat , in fact it was like he just changed clothes , and there is a different boy in front of her. His skin is a shade as warm as the beams of the school.. A beautiful mix between chocolate and cream. Luka's eyes never glanced away from her for two long and he asks if she would like to eat with him.

This time it's gentle in nature, and Luka does not pressure her into anything and then she understands why she can hear footsteps leaving and then she sees it that earring that Daisy wears, the teen girl rushes out of the library with her friends giggling like mad.

"She's a bit of a brat" He chided as the girl reached for a paper plate so she could eat the bread and cheese.There's the sound of quiet nibbling and the rustle from Mira as she starts to turn the pages to her new book , a soft gray tone, the content a shade to dark and close in content for her taste.