Haven
Ember is a fan of my books? She actually has a handwritten copy and is asking me to sign it. Ember, asking me for a signature, me, Haven. Actually, she's demanding for one.
I stand rooted in place with shock. Her hand is still holding out the copy towards me, she looks awkward as hell right now, this is the first reaction that doesn't have pure hatred and murder mixed with it on Ember towards me.
She clears her throat and tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"Uh...can you please sign it for me? I really honestly am a huge fan of yours, I enjoy your books so much that I keep re-reading them, especially this one, that's why i have it like this."
When I don't say anything, she continues.
"I actually made an i********: and f*******: account where I help advertise your works
