[ @witchcrafftwrites ]
Time seemed to have flown since Marisol announced her competition of sorts. Whoever can catch my cat and retrieve the key from around her neck will be the one that I marry. Of course, nobody knew that the cat they were chasing up and down the streets and attempting to capture was actually her all along. It was exhausting, but at the same time, it was hilarious and exhilarating escaping these men who were fumbling and falling over themselves in order to get their hands on this evasive tabby cat.
There was one person though who didn't seem to be desperate to catch her, actually gave her a rest from all the running around she had been doing. It was refreshing the way kept her safe, chatted with her and allowed her to relax as opposed to hunting her down. While she had spent so much time in his book store as a cat, she hadn’t recalled a time she had stepped in as herself. There was talk about this young man, about his mother and she was warned about getting near the family.
Marisol didn’t care much for these orders. Grabbing one of her more disheveled looking books and leaving the guards behind, she made her way into town and she strolled into the rather empty book store with a chime of the bell on the door announcing her arrival. Everything felt still but calming, she wandered between the shelves, admiring the books on display before finally laying eyes on the man she could only call her saviour and approached him. “Hi there, I’m guessing you’re the owner of this lovely little shop?”
