Eleanor

You're standing at the counter of your local library, checking out a couple reference books for your college classes. A day like any other, really. Unlike any other day, however, you hear something not unlike a strangled gasp behind you, and turning around spot a somewhat short girl with a shock of messy black hair, glasses askew on her freckled nose, in an oversized, baggy sweater, jeans, and boots tromp towards you, shouldering people aside despite her lithe frame, green eyes blazing and fixed on yours. She walks up, and without another word reaches up to cup your cheeks a little firmer than you'd like, pulling your face towards hers. She just stares at you for a second, before saying, her voice a reverent whisper: "I... I recognize you. I know your face. Can you believe it? I know your face!"