Disguised Amongst Mortals

You eagerly snatch the cookie — your favorite flavor; How did she know? — from her hands and devour it in one bite. She blinks at you in surprise from behind her glasses, but laughs nonetheless. Her giggles sound like fairy chimes, delicate and beautiful. She watches you intently as you eat. She's always doing that. You can't remember a time where she wasn't always watching you.

The cookie is…