Sabrina's P.O.V.
Scowling darkly, Sabrina moaned, "Why! I have not seen him since I was twelve! It doesn't matter!" Twenty-two year old Sabrina had not seen "him" for ten overly long years. The most common impression her grouses would make was that she disliked "him" immensely and dreaded seeing him. However, the actual reason that Sabrina forcefully hid was that she did not want to rekindle the old flame of love she had hidden in the closet for numerous years.
Still perturbed by the fact that Henry, her overly-protective, slightly cynical father had taken to "him" after approximately a years worth of sheer disapproval, Sabrina was left with no choice but to embark on a 15 minute long cab ride to Faerie.
Memories of "him" flooded her as she and her patient and sweet mother, Veronica repeated the two familiar words to the bronzed Hans Christian Anderson statue "knock, knock!"
Sabrina's world went fuzzy with old wavy lines displayed on an antique television and found herself facing the newly renovated version of the Golden Egg. The dilapidated banner that stood firmly on the ground had been replaced with kinky looking letters designed in cursive. They made the name, "the golden egg" sound impressive in its articulate font. The peeling leather the swivel bar seats were ensconced in was glazed in coal-black leather. It gave the sudden surge of surrealism, something rare and classy, the well-crafted, yet antique, gem in the midst of developing New York.
Sabrina took that architectural jewel in as her mother beamed in indescribable pride; she had been the savvy architect she had always been, bringing the posh to the next level.
"Hey stinkpot!" Sabrina spun around, fist at the ready, yet, her jaws dropped as she saw "him". Standing there was the supposed whirlwind love of her life, Puck.