Tyler's POV
"What are you doing?" I wheeled myself to her room, her door was wide open and I noticed her writing on some open book while on the bed.
She slapped the book closed as if caught in a grievous act. "Ah..I ...I was ....,"
I cocked a brow, quite hesitant to enter her room. I wouldn't want to intrude into her space unless of course, she invited me in.
"You didn't tell me you write as well," I noted.
She jumped at her self, smoothing the edges of her billowing skirts while she laughed at herself. "No, I'm not particularly a writer. I just juts some list down, things to do for the day," she explained, her eyes dancing round the room while avoiding any eye contact with me.
I smiled, "it starts in that way, before you know it, you're jutting your thoughts about some peculiarities and contrasting as well." I smiled at her.
She wasn't inviting me in, that I noticed. Should I take the hint and leave her be or persist to string her down with me?
After Wayne had left, she had strutted
