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“That’s rare around here. Everyone else just writes checks.” Adrian laughed. “Yeah, I noticed.” They stepped away from the crowd slightly, finding a quiet pocket near a window that looked over the garden. Eli leaned casually against the wall, swirling his wine. “So, what do you write?” “Articles mostly,” Adrian said, tucking his hands into his pockets. “Some short stories. Nothing glamorous. Magazines, online journals. You wouldn’t know any of them.” “Try me.” Adrian smiled, surprised by the interest. “I like peace and Quiet. Most of my stories are about small things. A town nobody’s heard of. A man who grows trees in his kitchen. Real stuff.”

He knew he needed to come up with an answer quickly before the reporter began noticing the cracks in his story. "Because she's beautiful," Adrian answered without hesitation. "Because she's smart, independent and has one of the kindest women I've ever met. I believe, once upon a time, you wrote an article about how cold-hearted I am. Well, she's the exact opposite of that and somehow she makes me want to become a better man." As the words left his mouth, Adrian surprised even himself. They had come so naturally that, for a brief moment, even he almost believed them.

I stood beside him waiting for him to finish with his call. After he ended his call, he smiled at me. "I am sorry I kept you waiting," I said. "No, you don't have to be sorry. By the way, you look... Should I say stunning? Or smashing?" I smiled. "Thanks" "I think there is no adjective good enough to describe you" I chuckled. "Axel, You're so good at flattering" "I am serious. I don't think I can find the right adjective to describe how you look right now. You look beautiful"

Shine your eye, she be wolf in sheep clothing. "He's a learner oh, fashi all his big boy attitude. One minute man. He's like..." Ada hummed, picking up Janet's wooden ruler as the poor girl tried to hold in her laugh, geez, one minute man? "Ehen! Look, like elm four...no, even three inches sef. Can you imagine?" Ada scoffed, this made Janet burst out laughing, Ada always wanted to get very precise when describing things. That was the only part of essay writing she scored higher in than Janet.

“Well, to be fair, it kind of did.” “Work problem?” “Freelance writing problem.” Adrian nodded thoughtfully. “That explains the expression.” “You’ve seen it before?” “Many times.” She tilted her head. “And what exactly do you do that lets you recognize the suffering of freelance writers?” He took a sip of his coffee before answering. “I read people.” “That’s not a job description.” “No,” he agreed. “But it’s something I’m good at.” Lena narrowed her eyes slightly. “Are you going to answer the question?”

Any and all feedback is much appreciated! ♥ Hope you like it! ♥ * * * A HUNDRED WORDS We all know Brandon Price. We know he's a reckless trailblazer, just like we know he's charismatic, arrogant, charming, bossy, and every line of the long list of adjectives his critics and admirers from all over the world love to pin on him. To me, he's the man who faced his worst fears and endured an excruciating pain only to help.

Her voice is smooth, but there is a strain under it. “You read it.” “I read enough.” Adrian turns toward the windows. The city below is pale and distant, the streets beginning to fill with people who do not care what Julian Hart has written about him. He envies them for half a second and despises the softness of that envy. “And?” he asks. “And it is beautifully written, which is inconvenient.” He says nothing. Celeste continues, “The first article was insulting. This one is intimate.” The word enters the space between them and stays there.