After fifteen long years, old friends Winnie and Cal are reunited. But times have changed. Witches and Hunters are raging wars all over the land. Yet, in the small town of Bloomsbury these two seem to be kindling something much more than friendship over a single slice of pie...

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The customer service smile that I so delicately crafted cracked a bit when the cinnamon sweet scent of apples greeted my nose. I didn't even have to look down to find that the man was shoving his plate towards me. Though, I did glance at the cracked plate to find a fork stabbed into the heart of an innocent slice of Apple Pie.

I cleared my throat, took a deep breath, and asked with the sweetest voice. "Problem with your dish, Sir?"

Between the streams of red, I found eyes of blue. They weren't clear like the sky. Or, dingy like the feathers of the blue birds Grandma Bett tended to. No, these eyes mimicked the shimmering seas that I had only seen in my dreams. 

And, they were staring directly at me.

"I-I love pie."
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