"My name is Mabel," she said, letting out a little giggle. "My mom named me that because it means 'beautiful or lovable' ,but I think it's a little old-fashioned, don't you think?" she looked at me with her ocean blue eyes. I shrugged. "So you can just call me Mae," she said, smiling. Mae, I thought to myself. The girl with beautiful, flowing red hair, cute freckles and a lovely smile that caught me sketching in my secret hiding place.