"As I seated myself, lost in thought, I was startled by a girl who bore an uncanny resemblance to me. She was seated in the opposite direction, her elbows leaning against the smooth table, and her fingers, bothered by her chin, brushing each other. She was studying me, as if I were an enigmatic puzzle. She exuded an uncanny familiarity, with sleek hair that gleamed under the dim lights, dressed in a vibrant canary jumpsuit that contrasted her lipsticked mouth, and a dishevelled girlish charm that lingered around her."

Kidnapped by merciful inkiness, Caroline was to find herself facing herself, for she encountered an unbearable, girly reflection. Who would win, the stubborn analyst or the social butterfly?