A date and a spell

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Present: (1 year since Ruth, Enzo, Kai, Stefan, and Caroline's disappearances)

Elle's POV:

It's been 3 days since Bonnie discovered the way to bring my mom, Ruth, Stefan, Enzo, and Kai back. Well how to go to them. If they're even where she thinks. I was overly excited and today I decided to get out of the house. I went to a coffee shop by myself to clear my head and read the 3rd book to The Mortal Instruments series by Cassandra Clare. ( by the way strongly suggest reading the series.)

I look up and see a young looking guy staring at me. Something drew me towards him.

Which was weird because I'd never found men interesting

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Which was weird because I'd never found men interesting. I feel his eyes burning holes into me. I look up and he looks down at his book. I can't see the cover though. He has a smirk and his face turns red. I look back down at my book and he looks at me again. I sigh grabbing my things and leaving. I hear his footsteps behind me and I turn into an alleyway. Quickly I turn and shove him against a brick wall.

"Woah." He laughs out staring into my eyes. I have a very stern face though.

"Why the hell are you following me?" I growl my hands pushed against his chest. He looks down at where my hands are. I slowly reteat them back.

"I just saw you had the same book as me. Well I'm on the 5th book now but... I just never saw a very pretty girl who liked to read supernatural stuff." He rushes out. I slowly smile.

"I never saw a guy who liked to read romantic supernatural stuff." He smirks.

" He smirks

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I blush.

"What's your name?" He asks.

"Elliana. But my family and friends call me Elle." He smiles as do I.

" He smiles as do I

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