An adventure like what? she thought now, sitting on a spinning chair in her house. The house was empty, except for Coraline's cat. It was her eighth one, Pumpkin. She had also had a few dogs, but they died too.

As of now, she was one-hundred-ninety-six years old. When she got her first job, she was twenty-two but after working there for ten more years, she wondered why she didn't look any different. All her hair was still dark and thick and her body never ached. At restaurants, she was always asked for her ID when she wanted to order alcohol.

It was a blessing and a curse.

But now she needed something. And she knew what it was. Love.

Wait, she realized. Any man that meets her will think she's at most thirty years old. And it felt weird to think she could date a young man when she was so old.

She didn't want to go on the kind of adventure where you explore places. She just wanted someone to love. But it seemed impossible in her situation.