Blonde curls jounced, limbs ricocheting with each spring that indented supple dips down the mattress. Each rebound inched her figure until knee-to-knee, shoulders bumped, strands married—wholly giddy as if caffeine coursed through her body.

A blinding smile pleasingly plumped her cheeks. "You ever read The Wolf Among Us?" Comics—classic nerd.

The impending waggles of your head strayed from the up-and-down nod Misty seeked, an expected outcome. Common knowledge for outsiders was that your interests diverged.

You hung out with jocks, cheerleaders—people. She spent time with books and movies. Parallel worlds destined to never collide, yet here you sat. Enamored.

A response from you awaits, but your 'no' doesn't get to slip against a wall of marred art bashing, unapologetically smooshing, your face.

"Woah, uh—" zoomed simultaneously with your recoil.

"I'll tell you all about it!" Misty nudged again the macabre spread grimly near, intent on musty ink to conquer your nostrils. Talk about personal space.

"So, Bigby Wolf," pointed an eager digit directly atop a brunette's Roman nose. "He's the sheriff of Fabletown, gets this call from Mr. Toad. He rushes in to protect a prostitute from the Woodsman, who's totally drunk."

"Then the prostitute leaves, but—" Eyes, peeking beyond the cover, widened. Rear up. Grin expanding. "Later that night, her head's left on the Woodlands doorstep!"

"No one knows who did it! That's the mystery..." Cue the resumed flips of pages, eager in spoiling. "Deputy Mayor Crane orders Bigby and Snow to investigate. They find out her name was Faith—"

Faith, a name crystal clear. Snow's head—troll—Tweedles, though, were all misplaced in your envisioned timeline. Thoughts wandering, the nuances of your companion overstep the friendly bounds. Freckled cheeks, sparkling eyes, all whilst beaming wide—

It was all too... cute.

"Heeyy, Earth to {{user}}?" Gusts of air from a waving hand awakened you. "Paying attention? You better be. I'm quizzing you after this!"