I was in my room again at 12:03, about to go to bed after I had just hung up with Luke, my best friend, who said he had to go out, when I saw a flash go off outside my window for the fifth night in a row. I was getting sick of it, so I slowly got up and peeked outside the curtain of the window near my bed, to find someone on the roof next door dressed in black with a camera and then again the flash went off, facing directly at me indicating that this person had just taken a photo of me.
"I saw you last night, at Starbucks, I don't think you saw me though, you looked pretty concentrated on what you were writing." I started giggling and hid my face in my hands. "What?"
"I was thinking of a name to use for one of the main characters in my story I'm writing and I heard the barista call your name and I thought it was such a beautiful name so I used it." He looked so touched.
"You're writing a story about me?" His hand was over his heart. "That is the most heartwarming thing I've ever heard."
"Well, It's not really about you... just your name." His smile fell from his face.
"Well, why don't you just write about me then?"
"I don't know you though." He leaned in closer.
"Isn't that what writers do? They make things up." He put his arm around the back of the couch; his fingers lightly touched my shoulder and I felt myself blush again.
"I guess, ya."
"Good. Then it's settled. You're going to write about me." He said with that breath taking smile.