““Good afternoon, Sasha,” Finn replied, curiously eyeing the black book under his arm. The picture on the cover was of two pale hands holding a blood red apple. “What’s that you’re reading?” “Ah, just a book to practicing my English,” he said in a nonchalant tone. There was absolutely nothing about his embarrassed grin that implied he was reading it for educational purposes, and Finn wasn’t fooled one bit. “What’s it about that’s got you so distracted?” “Well… ah… it’s a story about a vampire who plays baseball,” came his sheepish reply. “It is written by an American lass like you, Annika… although I’m not thinking she has ever met a real vampire. This one is sparkling in the sun.” “Oh my god! You’re reading Twilight? I know that story!” Annika blurted out. She was taken aback that anyone from Eritähti would be reading a book from Earth.””
