"Alisa felt frozen to her wooden chair as the manโs eyes
dropped to her nameplate. He began to walk toward them with
measured strides.
โMay I help you?โ Beth asked, flipping her shiny red hair
over her shoulders and giving him a smile that showcased
every one of her perfect, white teeth.
โIโm looking for Ms. Mane.โ His slight smile barely thawed
his features.
Alisa eyed him cautiously. โHow can I help you?โ
โI hope you can help me find Sologirl.โ
Her eyes widened, then shot over to Beth.
โIโve never heard of Sologirl,โ Beth chirped. โIs it fiction
or nonfiction?โ
โIโve got this one.โ Alisa jumped up from her chair and
raced around the desk, ignoring Bethโs surprised look. She
took the strangerโs arm and pulled him firmly toward the
stacks. โI think Iโve seen it in the graphic novels.โ
When they reached the cover of the tall shelves, Alisa
dropped his arm. โWho are you?โ
โMark Winters,โ he said, holding out his hand. โSoloPlay
Enterprises.โ
โHoly shit,โ she whispered.
His laugh was loud in the quiet room, but not as loud as her
thudding heart.
Alisa shushed him. โNobody knows about SoloPlay here, and I
want to keep it that way.โ Her whisper was sharp. โYou
shouldnโt have come here.โ
โWell, you shouldnโt have said no,โ he replied, taking her
hand."