Introduction:
According to Greek Mythology, the first humans were created with 4 arms, legs, and eyes, and 2 noses and mouths. Afraid of their power, Zeus split them in half, leaving them to find the other half of themselves. These people are called our soul mates.

"And what will you have, miss?" the person behind the counter asked.

"Um, I'll have my usual flat white espresso," Ally replied as she got out her wallet to pay.

"Sure that'd be $5.64."

"Here and keep the change," Ally said as she took out six dollar bills.

"Thank you. Your order will be right out." The guy turned his back and started to prepare her drink.

Ally turned and scanned the small café for a seat. Yes! Her favorite spot was still vacant. She hurriedly walked to the small table and the comfy low armchair that sat waiting by the glass window. It was a bit chilly, but what do expect from autumn Vermont weather? And it was just the right type of mood to work on her story.

She sat down, and pulled out her private book and a laptop. While she fired up her computer, she opened her book, flipping through its pages looking for the idea she had jotted down earlier.

On her laptop, she pulled up the so-far saved document, but as far as she got was finishing to introduction. Yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking. But the story got underway only last night and she loved this café because of its atmosphere.

This was Lighthouse Book Café. It had one separating wall as a double bookshelf. It was brimming full of books on either side and you could read any book to your pleasure. Plus the people here, both customers and employees were so nice. It just had this eerie feeling, but in a good way. A chilly vibe that makes you tingle in excitement. It has this calming persona that you couldn't miss. It's just so peaceful.

She was a regular here. So she knew some of the people that would always come by.

For example there was May Leandro. She was an old Spanish lady. She stooped down because of old age, but a charming personality. She could string any type of convincing story before any thoughts in your head would appear. She sometimes had her already grown grandson, Brady Nickleson accompany her, much to his dislike.

Then there was hunky Thomas Hylton. Tall, masculine, dark haired guy, he was every girl's dream. He was the guy with the super rip motorcycle. He had girls fawning over him, all the time, everyday. Though he portrays himself as the bad boy of the century his most deepest, darkest secret was that he was and always will be momma's boy.

Next there's Allyssa Dawson. She was a Yale graduate majoring in English literature. She was vertically challenged, as she likes to say it. She's bookish, quiet, but sincere. She's an author but has a part time journalist job and a small editorial gig going on. She had silky smooth dark brown hair. No more highlights, those were gone when her high school days were over. The occasional guy would try to hit on her, but she wouldn't let anyone break her, yet. But what people don't know is that she holds a secret past. It's not that bad, but she'd rather not talk about it. In fact she seemed to have forgotten any memory of it, but it was still lurking in the back of her head.

She was lost in thought, tucked away in her storyland, when someone spoke. "Your drink Miss." The guy was back, with her drink.

She snapped out of her thoughts. "Thanks," she replied.

"Anytime," he charmed her with his most dazzling smile. "A hot drink for a hot girl."

She looked at him sweetly, and what came was exactly his expected response. "What's your name?"

"Dallas." He was now smiling, wanting this conversation to never end.

"Dallas, if you don't want to be covered in this hot girl's hot drink, I suggest you get away as fast as possible." And she still has the smile on her face.

He looked shock and scandalized. He shot her a glare and backed away as fast as he could.

That was the thing about Ally Dawson. Sure she was nice, neat and very responsible she had a bad side that she was careful not to let out. But it sometimes got the best of her. But it just infuriate her that guys could be so... imbecile. No, not the word, so intrusive and not respectful at all. That's why she's rejected every guy that came up to her. They were just hitting on her, not the proper way, she wanted. You see, she's a classic romantic and the only guy she'll fall for is a classic romantic, too.

So now that she didn't have any distractions she begins on her story telling.

Our story begins several years ago in a small town of Pierson Clark, Missouri*. It was a quite humble town. This is one of those close knit towns where everybody knew each one's story and personal problems. If you had a secret the whole town knew. So you couldn't really hide anything, even your face.

This story is centered around a shy insecure girl by the name of Halle Aaron. She was a small skinny girl of age sixteen.

"Halle, dear. Wake up!" her mom called from the kitchen.

She stirred in her sleep and looked at her bedside clock. It was nearing 7:30. Oh shit! she thought. I'd better hurry if I don't want to be late for the first day of school. She jumped out of bed and ran to take a quick shower. Ten minutes later she was rushing through the kitchen with a bag hung loose on one shoulder with a half-tied shoe on one of her feet. "Bye mom! I'll see you later. Where's dad?" she rushed.

Her mom gave a quick hug and replied, "He's at the store. It's the start of school year so he's busy."

"Oh, well I have to get going," she stated as she ran out the door.

"Have a great day, honey!" her mom called after her.

Halle ran the school all the way, but it was only a few blocks away. Before she entered the doors she straightened her outfit and strode right in, with as much confidence she could muster.

"Hey Natalia," Halle called to her best friend.

"Hey Girl! Ready for Junior year?" she exclaimed.

Halle laughed. "Of course I am! New clothes, new shoes, new teachers, new boys well... maybe they improved over the summer!"

And they both laughed at that inward joke.

By now, Ally's espresso was halfway drained. So far so good, she thought. This was going to be her first romance novel and it was going to be great. Well it needed to be great, anyway.

She was about to sink into storyland, when someone interrupted her train of thought.

"Excuse me." She looked up to a tall blonde guy's face. "Do you mind if I take the chair opposing you? It's kinda full in here."

She looked around. "You've got to be kidding me." She gestured to the whole shop. "This place is like empty."

"I know." He smiled. "It was just an excuse to sit next to you."

"Well it doesn't work if the shop is empty," she retorted.

"I know that."

"Yeah, right," she mumbled.

"So can I sit?" he asked cautiously.

Apparently Dallas had heard most of their conversation because he called out, "I'd be careful if I were you! She's feisty one, that is!"

The blonde turned back to her. "I'll take my chances."

Oh, so you want to play that game, Ally thought. Well Game On! "Oh, if you must. Have a seat." She gestured flourishingly to the seat opposite of her. Then she shot back a glare at Dallas who was flabbergasted because she had rejected him. And who would reject Dallas Centineo? One and only Ally Dawson.

*Not an actual place, I think.

A/N: So how do you guys like the story so far. It's kinda slow in the beginning but when that memory of hers starts to stir in her head, causes major drama! Review, follow, favorite?