The Authors daughter, The Artists (Henry Mills Love story)

Hot Coco with Cinnamon and Sprinkels.

We walk into Granny's, I stay close to my mom and try not to stand out to much. I sit on a stool by the counter and take out my sketch book. A Woman with a red streak and flannel comes to take my order.I just barely noticing the boy from outside sit next to me. I say "Can I get a Hot Coco with Cinnamon sprinkled on top?"with a smile and hand her the money for the drink and hear,
"I'll have the same thing." The Boy says. 

"Hi, I'm Sophia, its nice to meet you." I say while getting out some more money for his drink.

"Its nice to meet you too Jane, I'm Henry, Emma's son," Henry says stopping me from paying for him. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet, and a really familiar pen.

"Cool book, whats it about??" I ask him pointing to it with a pencil.

"Its all about fairy tales intertwined with storybook." He says with the biggest smile I've ever seen.

"So Its this cool book that wrights itself that Emma was talking about over the phone on the way here. And that everyone in this town except me and you are in that book?" I ask again

"Yea, basically." He replies shrugging.

I take out my sketch book again and start working on a dragon, but I still talk to Henry. I've been seeing Dragons in my dreams recently , but I don't know why.

"That's really good, how did you learn to draw so well??" Henry asks me twiddling his thumbs.

"I don't know how I draw so well. My mom says that I get it from my father, she says that he was a very creative man." I reply. "What about your dad, what does he do?" 

"My Dad is dead....." Henry says in a heartsick tone.

"I'mm sorr....." Henry cuts me off

"Don't be, he died a hero." 

"This world hero, or the other world." 

We talk and talk until night falls, then mom and I walk home, I lye down my mattress and slowly fall asleep.