Disclaimer: Most of these people own themselves. I just own me and my idea.
Distribution: Flights.
Note: For my little sister… in spirit and in heart, if not in body.

Trish's POV

I see them standing together while they're checking out the racks of clothing. Are they a couple? They could be. They're certainly a beauty match. What's a beauty match? It's like Sarah Michelle Gellar and Freddy Prinze Jr., they're a beauty match because she's as pretty as he's handsome. To make a long story short, these two would be too. They complete each other in a way. God, listen to me, I'm waxing poetic.
The tall one looks regal, snobbish even. Her nose curls up in total disgust when her friend picks up this cute leopard skin top with one shoulder strap. She shakes her head and dances out of the way when her friend tries putting the top up against her. She laughs and grabs a very loose top, pressing in against her shorter friend's chest. Then it's her turn to laugh.
I turn away. I am not ready for that. Smiling, she's twenty times more beautiful then I expected her to be. Whoa, this shopping trip is better than I ever thought it could be. I turn around to look at them again. They both turn to me and the short one points at me. My heart stops. I look down and pretend I have some kind of interest in the ugly tops in front of me. They start moving toward me, still laughing and talking and I freeze as they breeze past me and check out the racks behind me. God, I'm such a loser.
I walk out of the store and hurry across the mall until they can't see me anymore. But I can see them. They walk out after five minutes, still empty-handed. I watch them walk by me. The tall one's wearing this pair of swishy grey cargo pants and a tight baby blue top with a pair of running shoes that match her top and a small purse that matches her pants. Her friend's a whole other story though, in a cute pair of knee high boots with a leopard print skirt and a black wraparound top. Both of them let their hair down and wear minimal make-up. Wow, so beautiful.
"Oh, I so know what to get you for your birthday," the tall one says, stopping in front of the Walt Disney store.
"What?"
"Stay out there and look the other way."
"Not fair!"
"Just do it."
"FINE!"
They laugh at each other before the tall one heads into a store. I take a deep breath and make my move.
"Hi."
She turns around to look at me and I grin at her. She smiles warmly before answering, "Hi yourself."
"I'm Trish."
"Carm."
"I've been watching you and I just had to come over and tell you that… well, you're a beautiful woman."
"Thank you so much."
"I might be totally wrong but don't you write novels? Mafia ones?"
"As a matter of fact, I do."
"God, I love them. I hear they're making one into a movie?"
"That's the word."
"Well, I'll be first in line to see it."
"Well, that's certainly nice of you to say. Thank you so much."
"Uh…"
"Yes?" Carm smiles at me kindly.
"Do you think I could get an autograph or something?"
"Of course. Do you have anything you would like me to autograph for you?"
"Sure."
Smiling at me, Carm waits while I pull out a dog-eared copy of her very first novel out of my backpack.
"Wow," she sighs, "Corporate Takeover… I didn't think anyone still had a copy of that."
"It's my favorite book. My mom gave it to me for my birthday when it first came out and I've read it over nine times. It's great."
"Thank you. Who should I make it out to?"
"Could you make it out to Trish?"
"Simple, I like that. Can I write a few more things?"
"I would love that," I gush like a teenage girl meeting a Backstreet Boy.
"Tell me, what do you do for a living Trish?"
"I'm a physical therapist. I specialize in sports injuries."
"Sounds interesting."
"It is."
Carm finishes her autograph with a flourish and hands me back my book and my pen.
"Can I read it right now?"
"Of course."
I quickly open the book and go over the words, still wet with ink: To Trish, with eyes as pretty and dreamy as yours, the world would be cured in a second of all of its ills. I wish you the very best of all future endeavors. Love, Carm.
"Thank you so much."
"It's my pleasure."
"Happy birthday baby!" the tall girl shouts as she comes out of the store, proudly touting a Disney bag.
"I'll leave you two alone."
"Give me a chance to introduce you. Kat, this is Trish, she's a fan of mine."
"You like her stuff? Ugh, it sucks rock!"
"It does not! She's the best writer…" I start saying until Kat starts smiling at me.
"Relax," Carm laughs, "Kat's kidding. She's my publicist. She just has a weird take on humor."
"I do not!"
"You so do."
"Sorry about that. It's just…"
"She's your favorite writer. It's ok, I totally understand."
"Is that my present?" Carm asks.
"Yep."
"Can I open it now?"
"No."
"Please?"
"Sure, why not?"
Crepe paper flies while Carm digs around the bag for her present until she finds a white tank top with red borders and a pair of red boxers, both covered with Tigger drawings. She goes through the bag some more and finds a matching robe and a pair of slippers.
"So cool! I love Tigger! Thanks sis!"
"Hey," Kat says, hugging Carm, "no problem!"
Sisters… I look from Kat to Cam and finally see the resemblance. And I'd thought they were a couple. I smile at Cam again and barely see Kat nudge Carm's ribs with her elbow while smiling back at me.
"I have to go," I say abruptly as I remember my appointment with a local soccer player.
"So soon?" Carm asks, looking disappointed.
"Yeah. I have an appointment in twenty minutes."
"Too bad. I would have loved talking to you some more."
"Me too."
I bite my lower lip, nervous habit, and dig around my bag some more, finally getting out my business cards. I hand one to Carm.
"Here's my card. It has the work number and my cell. Call me anytime."
"Cool. It was very nice meeting you."
"Thank you. Meeting you was great too."
"And meeting me was evidently forgettable," Kat mutters as I hurry away.
"Awww, you jealous?" Carm asks her sister.
"Absolutely."
Carm starts walking away and turns around, I can feel her watching my pert ass bob up and down as I walk away.

Carm's POV

I love to write and that's why I write almost three books a year but meeting fans like Trish, it definitely makes everything worthwhile. I make a face as honesty strikes. It isn't meeting fans like Trish that makes it all worthwhile. It's getting a chance to meet a woman like Trish that makes it all worthwhile.

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