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Is it True?

After that night, somehow, we started talking a bit during breaks. We were, alike in many ways, and somehow, never ran out of things to say.

I would go by her station and chat a bit about new books released by our favorite authors, and a few of our unique interests and soon enough I added her Skype contact details so we could talk there instead.

"Hey Watson!" I entered in.

"Parker!" Her reply followed.

With that, our friendship began. We talked about the strange things that we obviously enjoyed and had practiced. First, our mutual love for books and reading. It began with my taking notice (and mentioning) of the stack of books I would always see in her station.

"You must have a lot of free time here to read all that." I said with a smirk one Tuesday afternoon. It was not as chilly and I had taken off my coat and loosened my rosewood red necktie. I was leaning once again beside the entrance to her cubicle and she was sitting relaxed on her chair as the Batman cape behind it flowed to the tune of the small electric fan she kept beneath her feet. 

Swaying her feet back and forth (yep she was pretty small) she looked at me smiling as she took one of the books from her mini collection. "But this is my favorite one, can't really count how many times I'd reread it." She had in her hands a very old copy of The Voyage of the Dawn Treader.

Indeed it was another one of Mr. Lewis' masterpieces and I loved this one deeply as it brought to light the greater themes of that which he believed in. Plus I was a sucker for adventure novels with faithy themes, yeah, call me old fashioned.  One more thing was, I was working on a novel, that was kind of like a Narnia thing, secret was, I really loved to write.

"Narnia, a fine choice milady." I said as I carefully took the book from her, inspecting the worn but intact pages and the wrinkled softbound spine. Yep, she must have read this more than I had read my copy of Prince Caspian (my choice favorite of The Chronicles of Narnia).

"Aslan is my hero good sir." She wistfully replied with a giggle as she watched intently my inspection of her book.

"Yep, me too." I answered back subconsciously, my eyes were still focused on the pages of the book, looking for the small folds she may have made to mark her progress, pages that seemed to be opened numerous times that when you laid out the book it would automatically go there, and.... "Do you write?" Her voice suddenly snapped me back to the present moment.

"Miss Watson?" I asked, trying to clarify what exactly she was asking.

"Do you like to write Parker?" Her question was quite sudden and I didn't have enough time to think of a, well elaborated answer, so what first popped into my mind was exactly what I told her.

"Yeah I do, I love writing stories, poems, and sometimes researches I guess?" A slight laugh escaped my breath. "Right now, I'm trying to continue a novel I'd started a few years back, it's kinda like Narnia in theme? I mean not that it has the high fantasy theme of Narnia, but it's got the same internal message of faith? Yeah like that. " 

As I continued to babble I had not noticed that a wide smile had appeared on her face, her eyes stared at me with a child like wonder and I slowed down and stopped speaking. This had never happened to me, a person fascinated by what I was writing was looking at me like I was some profound author. It was all to strange to me then.

"We're the same!" She suddenly exclaimed as she clapped her hands together. I knew exactly what she meant at this, and though it may be trivial to others to me it was all that mattered.

"Is it true?" I asked, intrigue and excitement started to fill my chest and I could not help but smile as well.

"Yep! Just like Peter Parker!" And as she said this I knew that it was true, as sure as Peter Parker was, we were too. Though it was not well known, this girl did her research. 

I smiled, straightened my tie, looked at her, and beheld the miraculous sight in front of me. It was quite the blessing I'd meet another one here at my office. "Indeed, it's true, just like Parker and Watson." She smiled back and that was when I knew, we'd be talking for much, much longer.