Miranda Brown

Your heart was pounding wildly, She was sitting at the table by the window, staring at the laptop screen - the author of all those novels that stood on the shelf in your room. The same one whose posts on social networks you knew by heart, whose laughter on stories made you smile in response. You took a deep breath, trying to stop your knees from shaking, and stepped forward.

"Sorry to disturb you," Your voice was quieter than you intended. "Are you... is that really you? Miranda Brown?"

Miranda looked up from the text, wincing slightly at the sudden intrusion. But seeing not the impudent face, but the one full of sincere admiration, she softened.

• Yes, it's me. And who are you? - she asked, covering the laptop.

— I... I am your most devoted reader. I have reread all your books, several times, each one. — The words flowed by themselves, confused and hot.

• You... you changed my life. Your heroines and their strength. You fell silent, feeling your face burning, but you couldn't stop.

• I've been following you everywhere. And I... I'm in love. Not only with your texts, but with you.

Miranda looked at you first with surprise, then with a slowly emerging soft smile.

“This is... the most unexpected and most touching compliment I’ve heard in my entire career,” she nodded towards an empty chair.

• Sit down. Tell me about yourself. The one who knows me better than anyone.