She sat on a chair in the middle of an empty room. She was facing the only window in the room that was curtainless and blindless. And she was watching the rain fall heavily outside.

She had long, curly, blonde hair that fell down the back of the chair. She was tall, thin, pale. But her dark blue eyes stood out as a phenomena all on its own against all the other features. Freckles played across her face and her hands were folded in her lap. Red nailpolish chipped away at her fingernails and her middle finger adorned a ring with a crescent moon with crystals in it. Meet Adalia Hesholhof.

A soft sigh escapes Adalia as she blinked mindlessly at the incessant rain. That room that she sat in was in the town library and provided a place for the reader to escape and read in peace with no distractions. But when it rained, Adalia liked to come here and think because her mind was at ease when ot listened to the soft pattering of rain. She sighs again. There really wasn't too much to think about. She turned and looked at the door behind her where there was light invading the dark room beneath the crack. It was as if the door separated Adalia between two worlds, the real world and her mind's world. It had currently been a long time since she had visited the world that she was now sitting in. Probably too long.

She closed her eyes and let the sound of the rain drum into her head a little more. Then, opening them, she got up and walked to the door. She put a shaking hand on the doorknob and turned it. Then, breathing in deeply, she closed her eyes again, and pulled the door open, leaving her own world and entering the "real" world. She opened her eyes again as the light drenched her and the room behind her. She could see rows upon rows of books, many of which she had read herself. She walked down the aisles to the front of the library where she had left her bright yellow coat and her blue umbrella. She looked at the clock and saw that she had been in the room for about 45 minutes. She put her coat on over her red shirt with penguins and heart buttons, and zipped it up. Then she picked up her umbrella and went outside. She opened it and stood beneath it as the rain fell like rivers over the sides. She stood and looked at the park benches, which were across the street, and finding what she was looking for, she walked towards it. She walked across the street after a car had roared by and ran to a park bench that was beneath and arc of wood, virtually untouched by water. She set her umbrella down and sat down next to a boy. He was tall, skinny- but not , i too /i skinny, good-looking, muscular. He had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. When he smiled as she sat down, he revealed a row of pearly, white teeth. He was dressed in a red and white polo with a collar and blue jeans. He was wearing an Adidas coat that was black and red. He's best described as, well, tall, dark and hndsome. His name is Nathan Burnley.

"Hey Adalia," he says giving her a wink and a grin, "How's it goin?" She shook off the water that had managed to get on her. She looked at him thoughtfully before she replied. "Same as always," she replied indifferently. "Ah," he said looking away, "I know how that goes." He stretched and put his elbows on the back of the bench and his hands behind his head. Adalia just looked at him, she almost couldn't help it. To her, he was God's gift to her. Adalia looked away and played with her hands that were sitting in her lap. Just being close to him made her heart beat faster than it should. And she was afraind that he could hear it. "What did you want?" she asks, almost in a whisper. He turned and looked at her, but she was still staring at her hands in her lap.