“Who was she? I could ask. I could speak. It wasn't like me to be struck into silence by anything. But something kept my mouth from opening. I didn't have to see my reflection to know I was smiling now. It was like a scene from a movie. The kind with an epic soundtrack playing in the background. Oh... wait... there was an epic soundtrack playing in the background. That part wasn't my overactive imagination. I walked forward, aiming my steps toward the checkout desk at the center of the shop but keeping my eyes on the woman in the back as if hypnotized. She was climbing up one of the library ladders now. Her walnut-blond pixie cut glowed as she moved closer to the twinkle lights draping over the shelves. Every hand movement was graceful. Every step seemed sure-footed. She wasn't dancing, but it was as if she was always aware of the music, feeling the nuances within every note. She paused her shelving at a particularly beautiful strings part, and her fingers made a few small movements before curling into a tight fist. What was she thinking? She climbed back down and stood in the center of that open space. The one brighter light wreathed her face and cast her features in shadow. I wished for my camera to capture the moment, but the only cameras I had in Kansas were back at Marshall's.” AttractionAt First Sight Book:With Stars in Her Eyes Source: With Stars in Her Eyes