Who's the Girl

"Oh… are you alone?" Meara felt dumb for asking. But right now, she just doesn't know what to do, think, or say.

"Yes, I am." The woman chuckled.

Meara was about to move when she heard the sound of clopping, slowing down. She looked up.

"Mia, I'm back." Theron greeted her.

"Who's this?" He asked as he prepared to dismount the horse.

The woman slowly turned to face Theron. To Meara, it's like a slow motion with a magical effect. The setting sun hits her hair beautifully creating a prism of small rainbows. She's pretty charming and she smiled at Theron before answering.

"Theron, it's me! Shani!" The woman exclaimed. She held onto his wrist and shook him.

Theron looked at her with a confused expression. His brows crooked and his other hand steadily holding the horse's reins.

"Shani? You mean… Freckled Shasha?" He finally recognized her. He gently dismounted and walked towards them.

"Yes! It's me!"