Dreams

I was in the future, browsing kino's shelves of books, finding for a particular book which my sister had published. She was by then quite well known, still sexy and very intelligent, by then she had published 3 or 4 books. As I traced my fingers along the rows of books, I came across one with a beautiful cover. It was under all the sexed up literature, quite close to my sisters.
I picked it up and admired the cover for a few moments as I took in the disturbing image of a beautiful girl who laid in an awkward position screaming for help. My brows furrowed as i flipped it open. I was speed reading and was thinking of buying it.

"Dont bother buying it. Its just about sex, nothing much. Boring stuff. one of the worse books Ive written"

I turned around, only to see that same girl in the book, sitting on the floor with a book in her white hands,
I looked at her and then back at the cover thinking. The girl in the picture was the author and the author was just a few feet away from me. I looked at her, raising an eyebrow, Sneakers, a black top, messy hair, how odd.
I walked towards her not knowing what to say.
She exchanged a smile as she sees me approaching.
I smiled back and then opened my mouth.

Ive found a good plot for a story.