Louisa barely looked like herself. She was pale, and Vivi didn’t mean just the girl’s tight-featured face. There was a white paper quality to her, a thin fragility that was as unlike Louisa as anything. Their unexpected meeting had started with flat greetings and petered out into awkward silence.

“I wish I could make you feel better.”

Louisa sighed impatiently. “It isn’t about you. It’s up to me to make me feel better. I’m the star of my own story.”

After a briefly unattractive fishface, Vivi said, “I don’t know what that means.”

“Now that does make me feel better.”

“Jump with me,” the ginger jumped higher on the bed, her hair flying across her face.

“Nope.” Vivi leaned into her roommate’s bedroom, but she was not going to engage in this horseplay. They were responsible adults now, and there was definitely no jumping on the bed.

“Catch me,” Selina demanded again, her fingers brushing the ceiling.

“No way.”

“Catch me or join me. Those are your only choices. Standing and judging are out.” Selina’s argument was compelling. Vivi worried her lip before finally stepping into the room.

“Fine.” She started to climb onto the bed. Selina jumped on her.

“How could you be so heartless?”

Anastasia turned from the bag she was packing. The winter in her blue eyes chilled Jimmy to the core. “How could you be so Dr. Evil? You TRICKED me. You CONTROLLED me.”

Jimmy’s face contorted with pain at her reply. “After all the things that we’ve been through? You wait, Annie, you’ll never find nobody better than me.”

Anastasia shook her head in disgust and made for the door. “Here,” the redhead tossed him a box of chocolates, “use these on the next girl. Or on yourself.”

Then she was gone, into the night.

Wesley waited patiently in the shadows of the alley. This was his stakeout and he was finally going to nab his target. She came here every day, at this exact time, for a café latte.

He glanced at his watch. Okay… she came here at about this time for a café latte. Today she was late.

“I’m not late. I’m just not where you expected me,” whispered a low voice in his ear. Wes tried to turn around but found a wand poking him in the back. “No sudden moves, Mr. MLE.”

One way or another, he’d found his match.

“That’s the thing, sir, you will become a photographer and your work will be famous…” The blonde fortuneteller told the young wizard who had been hanging onto every one of her words during the impromptu dream interpretation.

“You’re sure? Thanks so much.” The reading had been bittersweet because ‘The Magnificent Clairvoyant Harmony Peacekeeper’ had told Indigo Bunbury that he needed to break up with his girlfriend to further his career. He was ready to leave when the attractive witch caught his attention once more.

Calista smiled quickly after not charging him for the reading and he asked her to dinner.