Re: Food Court
She perambulated, the little monarch in the newly acquired Hulk t-shirt and cargo pants. She'd found Uggs along the way, soft ones with fuzzy lining, and she'd decided perhaps the world was not made of phantasms. Of an evening, she was just a girl, and even one with the future weight of monarchy and history's eventual sobriquet was better than the alternative. She had no scepter with which to influence the course of events, but neither did her mind cause the very concept of reality to become entirely eradicated.
Small steps, because the girl had been born to them, and she found a bookstore and collected a thick novel about a girl who loved a vampire. It was a stupid book, black cover and a red rose, but she was in the mood for frivolous, and she sat in the food court and paged through pages. Unintentionally, she made commentary as she went, and she felt poorly criticizing Bella for her choices. Her own choices were no better, and it was then that she saw the man overhead. She had no idea who he was, but the world was made of absurdities, and even science had no place here.