Unexpected Encounters [B.H.M.]

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Please read!

So here we are, a new story. I've really been enjoying this story so far, and I hope so will you. This is an example of what happens if you leave me alone with my ideas for too long. Originally this was supposed to be another 4-5 part story in my Queenmagines book, however, then I kept writing and writing and this happened and I thought it would make more sense to post this story in a separate book, to try to return to short little things in my Queenmagines book.

I won't keep you for long, I just wanted to say one thing. I wanted to point out that I do not have a problem neither with Chrissy nor with Anita, the opposite is the case in fact. You'll see why this might be relevant. I don't want to see any kind of hate here, that's not needed, keep it to yourselves if you think that's necessary, thank you. Anyone who ignores that and leaves rude comments will find that I'm deleting them, I've had comments like that before and I'm not putting up with that.

That's all I wanted to say (please excuse the tone, but apparently sometimes that's necessary), now I will let you go ahead and read this story and hope that you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! 😊 Nina

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"Excuse me, Miss, I think you dropped this," a soft voice came from behind me and I could feel someone tugging on my shirt.

I turned around and came face to face with a young girl. A small, timid smile on her face, she was holding out a notebook for me. I was a little confused by that because I was certain I hadn't dropped anything. However, I didn't really know what to do in that situation, it clearly wasn't hers. I decided to relieve her of the responisibility of trying to find out what had happened with the notebook so I took the it from the little girl and smiled at her. "Thank you very much."

I didn't say more because I didn't get a chance for that. Pretty much as soon as I had taken the notebook, the little girl had disappeared between the shelves and I was left there standing on my own. With a soft sigh I examined the notebook that now seemed to be in my care. It seemed to be a pretty nice notebook, leather bound with an elegant elastic strap holding it closed. It definitely wasn't mine though, and that meant I didn't want to keep it. That would be weird and wrong, and the rightful owner would probably be missing it.

"Excuse me," I heard again, but this time it was someone else. I seemed to be very popular today. When I looked up I was faced with the shop assistant who was eyeing me, seeming impatient. "We're about to close, so if you want to buy something it would have to be now." Friendliness seemed to be an unfamiliar word for her.

"Yes, I will, just give me a second please. I found this here in the aisle," - not the truth, but that didn't matter - "and it's not mine. Do you have something like a lost and found in this shop? Maybe the rightful owner will come back and claim it," I told her and held the notebook out for the shop assistant.

But she shook her head, taking a step back. "No, we don't. Just keep it, maybe there's a name or so inside where you could return it to if you wish," she said, not taking the notebook. She didn't really seem to care. Or she must have seen through me because my hope had been that once it was out of my hands it wouldn't be my responsibility anymore. But luck wasn't on my side, and it was still in my hands. The shop assistant's patience seemed be getting to a minimum, and I could figure this out after I had bought everything for my dinner later tonight. I didn't want to risk having to go hungry just because of a notebook so I stuffed it into my handbag and went to pay for the handful of things that I had come to the shop for.