"Alisa felt frozen to her wooden chair as the manβs eyes
dropped to her nameplate. He began to walk toward them with
measured strides.
βMay I help you?β Beth asked, flipping her shiny red hair
over her shoulders and giving him a smile that showcased
every one of her perfect, white teeth.
βIβm looking for Ms. Mane.β His slight smile barely thawed
his features.
Alisa eyed him cautiously. βHow can I help you?β
βI hope you can help me find Sologirl.β
Her eyes widened, then shot over to Beth.
βIβve never heard of Sologirl,β Beth chirped. βIs it fiction
or nonfiction?β
βIβve got this one.β Alisa jumped up from her chair and
raced around the desk, ignoring Bethβs surprised look. She
took the strangerβs arm and pulled him firmly toward the
stacks. βI think Iβve seen it in the graphic novels.β
When they reached the cover of the tall shelves, Alisa
dropped his arm. βWho are you?β
βMark Winters,β he said, holding out his hand. βSoloPlay
Enterprises.β
βHoly shit,β she whispered.
His laugh was loud in the quiet room, but not as loud as her
thudding heart.
Alisa shushed him. βNobody knows about SoloPlay here, and I
want to keep it that way.β Her whisper was sharp. βYou
shouldnβt have come here.β
βWell, you shouldnβt have said no,β he replied, taking her
hand."