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// Serendipitous [TwiLuna] 
// Story: Pearple Juice With Bits 
// by Pearple Prose 
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Twilight discovered, to her horror, that someone was sitting in her seat. This was, in fact, an unprecedented disaster.

It had never been a problem before today: it wasn't a particularly desirable seat, that one in the gloomy corner of the coffee shop, far away from the windows where one could watch people amble to and fro across the pavement. It was an old chair, too, and looked it might topple over and collapse at any second. Why the shop decided to keep it around, Twilight wasn't sure, but she was grateful nonetheless.

She eyed the woman sitting in it with baleful eyes. That was her seat. She liked sitting in the gloomy corner, and she liked the weathered wood of the old chair, too. And this woman – this thief – was sitting in it as if it belonged to her.

Twilight swore she would have marched over there and taken it, had she not been so... distracted.

It was the hair, really. It was long and blue and almost seemed to sparkle and shimmer, as if it was a piece of the night sky. That was probably just a trick of the light, Twilight thought, but it was dazzling nonetheless.

Before she knew it, Twilight was sitting down in the seat opposite the object of her ire/intrigue, pretending not to notice the look of confusion as she pulled out her books and laptop and set her coffee down on the table.

Twilight seethed slightly at the indignation of having to sit in a different chair, but found herself ever more enraptured by her nemesis's appearance - her skin was pale, very pale, almost silver. It reminded her of moonlight. She was wearing a simple blue shirt and black skirt with matching leggings, and she had a silver crescent moon necklace around her slender neck.

"Uh, excuse me, miss?"

Twilight was snapped out of her reverie, and looked up to see the woman looking at her with concern. "Whuh?" she said.

"Are you okay, miss?" the woman asked again.

"Oh. Oh, yes, yes I'm perfectly fine," Twilight rambled. Then she laughed. "Haha."

The woman tilted her head and smiled. Twilight caught herself staring at the graceful curves of her neck. "Oh. OK then," she said. "Did you want to sit here, or...?"

Yes.

"No."

The woman blinked. "No?"

"No! No, it's just... just fine and dandy."

The woman nodded, but still looked bemused. "Ah. Sorry, you just keep... staring at me, like that."

"That's because you look amazing and I want to rub my face in your hair."

Twilight didn't know what produced those words, and probably would have exploded in a ball of embarrassment and social anxiety in any other coffee shop, or with any other person.

But the woman sitting in her seat laughed – a rich, heavenly laugh that made Twilight feel warm and gooey inside.

"That should have been creepy," the woman said, her smile as warm as Twilight's face was becoming. "But actually it was rather endearing. What's your name?"

"Twilight Sparkle," Twilight said, "and I get that a lot. The creepy thing, I mean, not the endearing bit. Who are you?"

"I'm Luna. Call me crazy, but I get the feeling that I was very lucky to have met you today, Ms. Sparkle."

"You know what?" Twilight said. "I do too."

And she smiled.