Elena was addicted to romance novels because she'd never had what the characters on those pages did. A lot of the fault for that fell on her, because she had thrown herself into school and work with a vigor that took all of her passion. The Greek myths meant everything to her, and she was afraid that she'd lose that fire if she fell in love. She'd had boyfriends, of course, but nothing that ever stuck. So her only 'pleasure' in the world came from books.
Kind of sad, really.
She frowned and stretched a bit with his words. Maybe her name WAS Helen? Was he talking about past lives or something? She certainly believed in those, but why would this man (who seemed so familiar) think he knew her as a Helen? ..Had they been acquainted before? Were their souls already entwined? "Maybe," she responded absently, bending her legs and placing her knees underneath her chin before taking another sip of her coffee.
She tilted her head, confused at his statement. She wasn't used to anyone actually -liking- being called out on their faults. "Do I know you from somewhere?" She asked then, wanting to figure out why the strange feeling in her heart was so strong. "You haven't been in one of my classes, but I can't shake the feeling that we've met before." Though surely she would've remembered him!