“It’s him!!” Theia’s voice was in a low whisper, almost sounded like she breathed the words rather than saying them. Eleni looked at her, then at the direction of her sight. It was indeed him, Aaron Wilson, in his full glory.

He dresses like her comic character, a dark blue pair of jeans, a white fitting t-shirt, and a black pair of converse sneakers. He was standing at the small yellow table, moving the pink flamingo to the center. He ran his long hands through his wavy hair and went inside.

Aaron Wilson was exactly like the character she created. How is any of that even real? She thought to herself and looked at Theia again. She was still in her fan’s shocking moment. “Breath Theia,” she said and eyed her.

“I wanted to meet him so bad!”

“Are you excited to meet Aaron Wilson or your soulmate?”

“Both!”

Eleni moved to face her and said, “How is that possible?” Theia didn’t answer. She frowned, not getting what Eleni was saying. “I mean, I wrote the plot of the comics. Does it mean Aaron, the real one, is your soulmate or the character I wrote is your soulmate?”

Theia parted her lips to answer but said nothing. She thought about the same thought. She looked at the ground, lowering her head a little. They were standing on the other side of the street, across from the café.

The building beside them spread its shadow on the road behind their standing bodies, almost hiding any direct sunlight. Eleni glimpsed the dark shadow walking between people’s walking bodies, stopping right behind Theia.

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She stopped blinking. The shadow turned into a figure, a human one. She eyed it with anticipation. A gloomy wind went through the shadowy figure and went into Eleni’s face, shivering her body and dreadful eyes.

She glimpsed lips on the dark shadowy figure mouthing words, Eleni, for a split second, almost read what the figure was saying. She stepped closer to Theia, aiming at the figure, but stopped when Theia raised her head fast.

“I don’t know, Eleni, and I don’t care what that means! I must walk through the plot of the comic to get some clue or something to find my soulmate!” Theia said and began walking towards the café. Eleni looked at Theia, then back at the shadow, which was gone again.

Something was deeply wrong with her own creation.

Eleni sighed, annoyed; she wanted the mystery shadow to appear again. What the hell it was saying? She thought loudly in her head. Theia was on cloud nine. The very thought of meeting her favorite artist, who could be her long-lost soulmate, blinded her from the creepiness of the Agápi.

They crossed the street and stood right in front of the café. “Wow!” Theia said, admiring the minor details of the light-yellow door. When Eleni was creating her famous comic, she drew hidden symbols on it. It was a small tribute to her own real-life experience with that café in the real world.

Eleni smirked at her own memory. She eyed the door herself, and in the comics, she drew small flying babies with small wings and small bows and arrows held by their tiny hands. Surrounded with petals of a rose drawn around the doorknob. In the comic, it was in a darker yellow that can be visible when the characters stand close to it.

When Eleni was in her first year of college, she met the owner of the real café at one of her friends’ birthday parties. She was still working on it, not yet opened. They talked a lot that day. She later invited Eleni to check out the café. Eleni went over, surprised at how cozy and beautiful it looked. The owner told her she and her sister were arguing about the color of the door.

Both the owners are red-headed young women; the sister wanted it red, representing their own unique hair color, yet the other one wanted to be yellow, which was more aligned with the café aesthetic. Eleni told her they could have both colors but in a hidden method.