Mia sighed as she just finished one of the poems in the book she was reading. Why can't I have a romance like those in the poems? Why can't I confess my love to Nash, so maybe we could be like this. Feeling a tap on her shoulder, Mia turned. There was only books behind her.
She turned the other way and let out a small squeak of surprise. Steve now sat beside her, at the table that had just been empty. He looked up from the book that it looked like he had been reading.
"Shhhh. This is a library," he said.
"Where did you come from?" she whispered.
"Didn't you have that talk with your mother? I guess I'll have to teach you that too. When two people fall in love..."
"You know what I mean," Mia cut in.
"Yes I do. But, first rule of comedy: timing. In other words, you should have let me keep going as long as I could and embarrass myself." Mia giggled. "Wacha readin'?"
"Nothing," she said trying to hide the book, but Steve was too fast. Mia blushed as Steve looked at the book.
"Poems huh? Nothing wrong with that. I've been told that I'm a bit of a poet."
"No offense, Steve, and I realize that I've only known you for a short time, but you don't seem like a poet."
Steve smiled. He cleared his throat.
Love is nothing if it is not expressed
As a boy I found out the hard way
My feelings for a girl I had suppressed
And I have done this until today
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorn
But that woman has nothing on me
Fury against self is what I do warn
Just tell her, do not wait for it to be
The mistake that I made was waiting too long
She was gone before I could let her know
About how I love her though she is gone
And even now my love does still grow
A lost love means nothing if it is not told
But when it's expressed it's greater than gold."
"Wow," Mia exclaimed. "That was pretty good."
"Just a little thing I do. By the way, I came here to tell you that I'll be staying here in Vane for a while. Actually, until I can buy some clothes, armor, and supplies... and pay off Nash."
"Pay him off?" Mia asked.
"He is going to pay for some classes for me." Steve muttered something under his breath as he gave Mia her poetry back. She shot him a quick glance. "One more thing before I let you get back to your reading. I saw a wagon full of wood outside of the guild. Do you mind if I take a few pieces?"
"Sure," she said, as she opened the book back to the page she had been on. "Mind if I ask why?"
"Let's just say that the answer to a question is going to be presented in a rather interesting way." Steve smirked and got up from the table and went to find the wood.
Mia looked down at the page of the book and gasped. That poem hadn't been there before.
I know that you love him
I know that you do
But since you haven't told him
He has no clue
Your feelings are welling, so you can't take it
Wondering when fate'll set you free
It doesn't look like fate's gonna make it
So Mia, just leave Nash to me
Quickly, Mia got up from the table, and raced out of the library, book in hand. She looked around outside, but Steve was nowhere in sight.
It was dark. The street lamps were already lit. I'm going to have a talk with him tomorrow, she thought. Who does he think he is?