<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yWh8eKZ.png?1)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Sabrina Rivers, "Ms. Rivers" <br/><strong>Date and Time: </strong>June 1st, Friday. 12:00pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Library<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Downtown Day (https://www.polyvore.com/m/set?.embedder=21561859&amp;.svc=copypaste&amp;id=236797057)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> William Blackmoore <strong>||</strong> Captjoe<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong> N/A<br/><strong>Content warnings:</strong> N/A<br/><strong>Extra information:</strong> N/A<br/><br/><del><strong>================================================================</strong></del><br/><br/>It seemed to be a fairly pleasant day, so the well-known singer decided to venture out past the confines of her home. Dressed in a long coat and dark large sunglasses she made her way into the city. Of course, accompany her were two highly trained and paid security guards. Nowadays, she didn’t go anywhere without them.  However, when she got out to walk, they kept some distance as to not draw attention to Ms. Rivers. If tried hard enough, she thought of herself to be just a normal everyday person. Monster of course. But ordinary. She liked the fame and attention being a singer brought her, but it was nice to blend in from time to time.<br/><br/>Strolling along the streets of the bustling city, Sabrina observed her surroundings casually. Her brown curls blew gently in the wind with each step. That was until she came to a street crossing. She glanced behind her to see if she could spot her security guards. To her dismay, she couldn’t eyeball them.<br/><br/>“You’re Sabrina Rivers…” someone said next to her.<br/><br/>She looked up to find a rather tall centaur standing next to her. He was much bigger than she looked and felt. <br/><br/>“I’m sorry, you’re mistaken,” she replied politely. <br/><br/>“No… You <span class="bbc_u">ARE</span> Sabrina Rivers. The coat and glasses couldn’t fool this ol’ steed,” he said with a hoarse chuckle. He leaned in close to her to wrap his muscular arm around her waist, lifting her up off the sidewalk effortlessly.<br/><br/>She breathed in sharply, pushing down on his arm with both her hands in attempt to get him to set her back down. “Please. This isn’t appropriate. I’m not her,” she insisted. She wanted to ring his neck for manhandling her. But there were too many people around to make a scene. If anyone else took notice of the exchange, no doubt phones and cameras would be aimed in their direction and she’d have a less than positive article on the front page of tomorrows paper.<br/><br/>Getting the message, the male set her back down. “If you say so.”<br/><br/>He didn’t sound convincing. Soon the walking light switched on, and she with many others moved across the street. She walked with a quick and steady pace. She looked behind her to see if she could spot her men. But instead, found the centaur- eyes focused on her. It was times like this she knew she needed security. But where were they? Did something happen to them? Did they get separated? She walked faster, nearly running into a few on the way. “Excuse me, sorry…” she’d muttered. <br/><br/>As walked briskly, she pulled out her phone. She started to scroll through her contacts to get to one of the men that came along today with her. But as she started to call, her phone died. “How convenient…” she muttered to herself, annoyed. Of course, it would die on her when she needed it most. <br/><br/>Spotting the library up ahead, she saw it as a good place to lie low. As she got to the library steps, she saw that the centaur wasn’t far behind her. It was menacing how he was taunting her with each clomp of his hooves. She pushed through the library doors. Her heart sank when she realized she may have cornered herself. She didn’t spot not one soul. She wasn’t one to visit the library. But she had always assumed it was busy. But that simply wasn’t the case. <br/><br/>She moved further in. That was when she spotted a human sitting behind the desk. Part of her was relieved to say the least. She looked back to see the centaur standing on the other side of the glass doors- looking into the library and more specifically- at her. <br/><br/>Walking towards the man sitting behind the desk, she took off her sunglasses. As much as she would prefer to leave them on for obvious reasons, it was hard to see clearly with them on inside.<br/><br/>“Excuse me…” she said softly, after all this was a library. “Do you by chance have a phone I might borrow?” </span></span><br/><br/>