There were so many thoughts going through my mind. When we first met, it was her and her sister, who looked scared hanging onto her elder sister, (y/n). Wow, (y/n) was such a great name. Her hair, her eyes, her everything.
The way she laughed and joked and grinned the whole while when we first met, despite the shock that came through upon seeing my brothers and I, she waved and smiled. Then, to make it less awkward, she claimed she had to go when the police sirens rang a few blocks down. Donnie figured out her little sister hadn't rang the police, the signal came from a convenient store down the road.
The second time we met, it was nearly the same but at the same time, it was far more different. She smiled, she laughed and joked of course, but she called me Superman. Superman was a hero. Did she think of me as her hero?
I couldn't help but think I had to see her again soon.
