“Sometimes, when I am working the drive-thru, I daydream about a girl pulling up, getting a double tall soy no whip pumpkin spice latte, having a copy of ‘What Saint Paul Really Said?’ or ‘The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe’ or maybe something awesome like ‘Haroun and the Sea of Stories’ sitting in the empty seat next to her and she is pretty to me, but not in that perfect sort of way (but not in that ugly sort of way either) and she is short and meek and strangely pleased to meet me. Also, she has turn down her radio because she can’t listen to Eisley and me at the same time. Also, sitting in that seat is a tastefully decorated journal in which she reflects and writes magical poetry.” (>>)