The morning was shining bright through the hotel room as she rolled over. Bumping into something on the bed she lazily lifted her head and realized there was someone next to her. How did that happen? she wondered. Brushing aside the hair she realized it was a woman and shrugged. Heading to the bathroom she hopped in the shower to start her day. Not being able to take long she hurriedly dressed in a tight black skirt and a long sleeved shirt and headed out the door. The girl could sleep but Kizira had work to do.

Walking towards the coffee cart she found on the way to the Headquarters she stopped for a strong black coffee. Just as she was paying for it she heard a voice ordering the same thing. It felt eerie to hear someone ordering the same right after her but she shrugged it off and started walking again. Heading through the park she sat down to enjoy her drink. As she sat, she turned her head and noticed someone sitting a little bit away at the same time she was. Kizira shook her head.

Not having the energy to wonder too much about it she sat and drank her coffee. Next she pulled out some notes to look over and noticed the other person doing it too. How did they know that she would do that? Were they following her? Abruptly she stood and shoved the notes back into her bag, looking up just in time to see the other person doing it too. With a growl she stormed over and looked them up and down.

"Why are you copying me?"

"Why not? You know what you are doing and it looks like so much fun."

Stunned, she stood there for a moment. Shaking her head to clear it she asked an important question next. There had been a break in of her hotel room a few days ago and a story had gone missing. One that Kizira had written and that was close to home for her. As close as anyone got anyways.

"Were you the one that took my story and had it published before I could?"

"Yes."

With that one word Kizira reached out and slapped them.

"Get. Your. Own. Creativity. It's not that hard sweetheart."

Storming off to work, Kizira wondered if she should be flattered that someone was willing to go through such lengths but at the end she couldn't help but wonder why they couldn't be creative on their own. Why steal everyone else's ideas and never create your own?  It left Kiz with a bitter taste but she would remember the face.

Kizira merely chuckled at the silly little fellow in front of her. Not accepting anything from him.

"You are adorable darling."

With the turn of her heel she walks off still smiling.