Genevieve's POV

　　"Maggie?"

　　"I knew it was you. That hair is unique," her cobalt blue eyes danced from my hair to my face.

　　"It's been a long time. How have you been?" she inquired, smiling softly.

　　"I'm... I'm okay. How about you?"

　　"Same old, same old. Just doing my regular duties and trying to maintain law and order around here," she lifted a shoulder.

　　"Oh... okay," I nodded.

　　"Are you okay now?" she asked ...