Some are semi-meaningful in that they sometimes describe an activity germane to the character's profession, such as a baseball player named Homer (of which there have been several actual Major League Baseball players with that moniker, although a few were pitchers).
I waved back halfheartedly, and she pointed her wand at the empty seat across from her. There was always a chance I could talk her into leaving, and then I would have managed to snag a table before Owen got there.
I almost felt sorry for whomever her Cinderella was because she didn’t exactly look like the top-of-the-line fairy godmother.
Unlike most of the fairies I knew, she was squat and round, but I couldn’t tell if that was flesh or if it was her clothes.
She looked like instead of taking off the previous day’s clothes and putting on something new each morning, she just put on a new outfit on top of the old one—and she’d been doing that for centuries.
In all the layers of clothing I caught glimpses of calico, tulle, patchwork, satin, and velvet.
One The last thing I expected to see when I stepped through the door of the coffee shop was a fairy godmother.