"Really ghost? And you want to be a hero? You are hilarious. Would You've killed the ghost to save the frightened princess" she remarks sarcastically.
"Anything for the princess."
"Besides is there something like ghosts or spirits? I know there are fairies.
"Chooss one Angel. If ghosts don't exist then fairies don't either. You can't eat your cake and have it."
She looks at me like I said something very silly. "Look I don't know about ghosts but fairies exist ok. You can't tell me otherwise"
"Have you seen a fairy before?" I raise an eye brow.
"I...." I smirk at her loss of words. "When I was a little girl. I wanted a pink and flowery ball gown for my sixth birthday. I wished for it in my heart while looking out the sky's, and unto the stars silently imploring the fairies to grant my wish. Guess what? The next morning I saw the gown of my dreams neatly laid on my bed" she proudly uttered. 
I face palm mentally. I'm left to imagine how naive she really is to believe a fairy actually left her a gown. And to think she believes such bullshit even to this day. She really is more innocent than I thought. 
I wonder how such an innocent and naive girl have the devil as a father. The thought of that both baffles and angers me at the same time.
"Earth to Vine" my name sounds good on her lips.
"You remembered" she raises her brows in confusion. "My name. You remembered my name" I complete my sentence. 
"Vine. Vine is not a name you hear everyday. You know. Like James, Alex, Abraham, Donald, Damien, Norbert, Marshall...." She goes on and on listing names. She is really a wird and unusual one.
"Vine is unique. One can't miss that" she finally ended her speech.
"Do you like it?"
"Like what?" She asked confused.
"Vine. My name"
"Guess I do. It's unusual and unique" she tucks her hair behind her ears.
"My mum gave it to me" it's actually the truth. My mum calls me Vine. My heart breaks as a memory of her flashes through my heart.
"Mummy why do you call me Vine" my seven year old self ask my mum. We were in the kitchen, she was making muffins for me and my sister. I was helping her whisky the egg.
"Because you are my grapes. My succulent grapes Vine. You my son bring so much sweetness to my spirit... You're my abundance"
"Why are you always zoning out"
I'm brought back to the present. The pang of hurt in my heart is so heavy that if I still could cry, I would have gone on full scale weeping. But, I've long grown past that. I no longer have any tears left to shed.
"By the way, why did your mother name you Vine?" She bites her lips. I'm slightly aroused. This girl is effortlessly a sex figure but, I don't think she knows.
"And you, why are you named Tabitha of all names?" I subtly divert the topic back to her.
"My nanny said something happened to me when I was still in my mum's womb. Everyone including the doctor thought I would die but somehow by some strokes of luck I survived."
"Or you were just too stubborn you insisted on coming to the world" she laughs at my statement.
"Guess that's another way to put it." 
A wave of silence suddenly surrounds us.
"Why were you crying?" Her countenance changes to sadness instantly. She clenches her fingers.
"Look I appreciate your company but I don't think we are that close or familiar enough to devluge my personal life to you."
"It takes just one day to know someone. Besides, if you ask me, I think we have passed the stranger level. It's save to say we're friends" I try to convince her.
It might appear I care but I don't. To bend her into my kind of woman, I have to make her need me. Think only about me and depend only on me. And to achieve that, I'll have to go deep into her soul and plant my seed - sow it deep inside of her were even she cannot be able to uproot it.
"I...my..." Her voice cracks. A tear already escaping her eyes. I wipe it with my thumbs.
"I don't think I would ever be enough..." A low groan leaves her mouth.
I kiss her lips.
She gasps, she doesn't kiss me back or she is too shocked to reciprocate.
"You're enough...."