You were walking down the street on a perfect day, the sun was shining very bright. People might seemed a bit odd but there was no complain at all with their behavior, they were rather nice and polite this day, very uncommon for you.
You woke up that day with light weight chest, no conflicted thoughts, no past-feelings or so whatever that could easily kill off your mood. It was more than perfect, the word itself was insufficient to describe what you felt. Positivity was rubbing off of everywhere.
Being not so used to with this endearing environment, there was a lot to take in for you for such a less time. Not really sure of where you were destined to be that day, you still kept on wandering around that was until you bumped to a lady- a lady who was unpleased of the happening. The magic may had not work on her, perhaps the fairies ran out of magical dust.
Her peevish attitude stuck out, you just stared at her ignoring her response. An extra wide beam caught your lips seconds after acknowledging who was the person you bumped onto.
"Sarah!" it came out as a squeal, you were obviously enthusiastic which contrast the other woman's feelings.
"Pardon you?" The woman said, surprised of the name you just called her. Her expression displayed how uninterested she was with you and yet what you blurted out obliged her to pay heed.
"Really Sarah?" You ignored the fact that this lady was brunette and had her hair curled softly in the end inwardly- something your Sarah wasn't fond of styling her hair like that. She only did it once, for a character she portrayed.
"I'm Lana, Lana Winters." The woman in front of you spoke with such confidence and honor along with her name. Of course you knew Lana, just as when the name banged your ears you took another examination of her posture. Well she was much Lana-like than Sarah. This just couldn't be, Lana Winters was only a fictional character, she couldn't be a real person with Sarah's face.
"Quit playing games, Sar." Once again you ignored the reality flashing before you, unconvinced and confused. Lana was losing her temper, ready to carry on walking. She left the house for work, earlier that day trying to avoid any inconvenience that may be a reason of her getting late for work. She still had an hour to kill off in case she arrived to work but that was if she would still make it.
Her temper subsided down, she looked at you amused.
Intrigued, Lana offered you for coffee. She did not know exactly what compelled her for such a sudden invitation to a stranger, it felt unfamiliar being this nice.
"So tell me, who is Sarah?" Her bloody lipstick left a stain on the milk-colored mug, brown eyes looking at you inquisitively. Her eyes, out of all it was those eyes that differs them. They were brown and big but it wasn't Sarah's. This made you believe that she wasn't her.
"Hello?" You were so caught up by your thoughts you didn't even realize that you started zoning out.
"Oh, yeah I'm sorry. I just...well you were right, you're not her." You said, staring at her eyes.
"So who is she for you?" Lana took another sip of her coffee with her brows knitting together.
"She's um...my girlfriend." You said, Lana was a bit shocked, you being gay didn't cross her mind not even for a split second, she just thought that you were really so fond of this Sarah.
"Oh, so you're gay too." You nodded confirming the idea that built in her mind
"So what's you name Miss?"
"Oh it's um, (y/n) just call me that no Miss just (y/n)"
"if you insist then I shall call you by just that."
