The first time Ginny saw the strange blonde girl was in a coffee shop. It was early and Ginny was rushing to get to class. She was texting while hurrying from the cashier with her phone in one hand, latte in the other, and a croissant in a brown paper bag under her arm. Not looking where she was going, Ginny ran right into the girl, who was staring off into space, and spilled her coffee all over the blondes white sweater.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" Ginny exclaimed, dabbing her napkin on the girl's sweater.
"It's alright," the girl said dreamily looking down at herself. "I actually don't mind it."
Ginny raised an eyebrow at the large brown stain. "Are you sure? I'm really sorry."
The girl giggled and sniffed the air, "It actually smells good. Thank you!"
Ginny wondered briefly if the girl was high. Then her eyes caught the girl's and she saw they were the clearest blue she had ever seen. Truthfully, this girl was stunning. She had sweet features and soft looking lips. Ginny blushed and mentally slapped herself. You should not be noticing her lips! You aren't gay! You have a boyfriend! She quickly apologized some more and hurried off to class, trying to push the peculiar girl out of her head, yet unable to stop herself from wondering her name...
