Chapter 1

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It was a rainy day. A very slow... A very calm rainy day. Mira was out for a walk. Of course she carried with her an umbrella. She was heading to the market. Noticing that she was lost, Mira went into an auto shop to ask for directions.

While entering she was greeted the sound of chimes. Walking in she observed the turquoise walls. On the walls she could see fish oil and grease. She thought that made it look nice.

Farther away from the welcome counter there was a younger man, about Mira's age watching her walk. He couldn't take his eyes off her. Her smile shined on her face. Her hair brushed back behind her head. Still looking slightly messy.

She closed her umbrella and walked over to the counter. "Hello little miss" the larger man greeted. With a smile on her face and a slight British accent she responded.
"Hello, I'm sorry to bother you, but I do believe I'm lost. I was heading to the market but I believe I took a wrong turn. Do you think you could help me out?"

The man simply smiled and began to give her complicated directions. He spoke so fast Mira could barley understand what he was saying. "By the way, where are you from exactly? Are you French?" The younger man smiled twoards Mira.

Mira would look at the older man still confused at the directions he had given. "I moved here from York. I do know some french but I'm not quite fluent in it yet." She would still have a smile on her face.

The older man simply laughed. "I can tell!"

The younger man stepped up to the counter. "Hey! Would you like me to show you the way to the market?" He would say in a rather excited tone. Mira looked at the younger man with a bigger smile on her face. "That would be nice, thank you"

The younger man looked back at his Uncle with a smile on his face.
"...alright! Alright Gyro get out of here, but you better not come back... Today." The uncles rage slowly turned into a smile that he couldn't hold back.

Gyro put on his dark blue jacket and began to open the door. "Oh... Right it's raining. Did you bring an umbrella?" He looked at Mira with his large dark eyes.

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