[ WP ] The main charecter slowly realizes he/she is in a book being read and begins to fall in love with the reader or writer ( you ! ) .

Cal turned around, finally allowing himself to react to the feeling he was being watched. The marble floor of the hallway fell to silence as his footsteps stopped across its surface. Two closed wooden doors reacted to the silence by responding with the same. 
 
 `` I know you're there,'' he called across the empty air of the museum's annals. 
 
 He felt a thought in his head, as if a bee had flown to close to his ear, it was a like a sudden gush of wind. `` You do?'' 
 
 The voice was soft and feminine, cautious and bold. His face grew red at its imagined sound. `` You've been following me,'' he said. 
 
 After a pause, another touch of air around his ears. `` I'm sorry,'' it said, and it seemed genuine. 
 
 He knew the voice. Voices like that one always had red hair. Curls probably, but he imagined them straightened. He imagined pale skin lightly touched with freckles that recoiled shyly in the daylight. He imagined a bright smile that pulled her cheeks apart and moved her ears. From her voice he imagined everything, and curse himself for being so premature. 
 
 Their first date would be a wine bar, one where he could convince her that John Cleese had been right when he implied that even cheap wine could be enjoyed. After all, he was n't the kind of guy with a full wallet.
