A/N: I know, another Riley/OC. And yet another girl that he will fall madly in love with. I've never written one like this, so I figured that since so many other people are writing them, I might as well try. Anyhoo, I own nothing, except Jovi.
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Jovi Harper woke up to the aroma of coffee and espresso brewing, as she did every morning. Oh the joys of living above and working at a coffee shop. Employee discount too. She slipped on her sock monkey slippers, rather tattered slippers. She'd had them since forever ago. At least since sixth grade, since that's when she'd stopped growing. They were a birthday present from her father. Rolling out of bed, she quietly walked over to her retro stereo and cranked up her no-name barely a record deal music. She stood indecisively at her closet, not sure what to wear. Her closet was filled with thrift store finds and hand me downs, a What Not to Wear paradise. She also owned about a zillion scarves from all over the world. After selecting an outfit, brushing her teeth, and pulling her long curly hair into a loose pony tail, she headed back to the closet. Lastly but not least-ly, she selected a bohemian looking scarf and incorporated it into her hair.
She bounds down the stairs and through the aroma emanating room filled with people, all doing their own thing. Now, it's just a hop-skip-and a jump until she's walking in the doors of the Library of Congress. Well, it was actually more like four city blocks, and a few corners and ally-ways.
"Ms. Harper, you're late," a raspy male voice called as she walks in the doors of the library. She turned and found herself face to face with her boss, Mr. Byers.
"No, I'm not. This is exactly when I always get here. You see, I always pause to talk to the same street vender, as she's setting up shop, and I did the same thing today!" Why did she always have to argue?
"Ever heard of a little thing called Daylight Savings Time?" Jovi's heart sank. "I'll let you go this time. I'm sure your little friend Parker already clocked in for you."
Jovi looked past her boss and saw a spunky haired girl wave, grinning. "Thank you, sir." She turned sheepishly away. "Who in their right mind came up withDaylight Savings Time?" she muttered.
"A silly little man named Benjamin Franklin." Jovi turned to the mystery voice slowly. She saw a young guy a little taller than she was, wearing glasses, a tee shirt, and a suit jacket. "Sorry, I couldn't help but eavesdrop on your conversation."
"It's, okay…" Jovi wasn't sure what to think. "Thank you for that tidbit of information though. Very helpful. Can I help you find something?"
"Nope, just browsing. So, what's your name, you don't seem to be wearing a name-tag," the guy asked.
"It's Jovi. And may I ask yours?"
"Riley Poole. That's an interesting name. What's it mean?" the man named Riley inquired.
"It's short for Jovielle. Like Jovial. Means chipper, or cheery." Now, why did his name sound so familiar? "What was your name again?"
"Riley Poole. I did write a book, if you were wondering. Have you read it? It's about the Templar Treasure."
"No, I haven't read it. I remember shelving it once though." The man's disappointment was obvious. "Well, actually, I've shelved it quite a few times. That means that quite a few people have checked it out."
"Don't lie. Even my best friends hadn't read it, until we used it to find the city of Cibola. Any way, I think you should probably get back to work. Your boss is glaring your way." With that, Riley smiled and left the building, not quite sure what he was there for in the first place.
A/N: I'm not very proud of this work, but it's fun to write. Tell me if you hate it. I may continue it anyway though, for my sake.