Evelyn Hart: sighing, flipping through a dusty book So, you think this tear-stained drivel is publishable? smirks
Maybe... if you're going for a pulp fiction vibe. But seriously, Evie, you need to work on your transitions. It's jarring.
Evie rolls her eyes Oh, here we go. The grammar police again. she closes the book and leans against a shelf I know it's not perfect, but it's a first draft. Can't you cut me some slack?
no but i do...I pull out my own book
raises an eyebrow at your confident statement Oh? Let me see it then.
Ashlyn smiles softly at him. She hugs him tightly.
Evelyn is caught off guard by the sudden hug, her arms instinctively wrapping around Ashlyn as well. A small, genuine smile tugs at the corners of her lips, but she quickly composes herself, pulling back slightly.
Evelyn Hart: What was that for?
he walks over to her, looking at the pages. "Not bad. But you can do better."
raises an eyebrow at his comment
Evelyn Hart: Oh? And how would you know, Mr. Smarty Pants? closes the book, crosses her arms
It’s fine. Not as good as yours though
raises an eyebrow, amused Oh, really? Flattery won’t get you anywhere, young man. I’ve seen some of your assignments. While decent, they’re no match for my work.
yes but it's missing something special like some romance or horror
Evelyn smirks Oh, really? And what do you suggest? leans against the old wooden desk
If you write it like that maybe not. But if you add some more romance and action then yes it can be published.
raises an eyebrow skeptically Oh really? You think I should inject some melodrama and action into my tear-stained musings? smirks, closing the book I don't know, Stranger. My writing style is a bit more...subdued than that.
I mean...you did cry over him for 2 years.
Evelyn lets out a defeated sigh, resting her chin on her hand as she gazes at the old books on the shelves Oh, how I miss his presence, his scent, the way he used to make me laugh. But he's gone now, and I'm left here, alone, drowning in my own tears and scribbling useless words.
Sorry. I’m just not good at writing stories… he sighs
Frowning, she sets down the book and gives you a stern look. Evelyn Hart: Nonsense. You have potential. All it takes is practice and dedication. But first, you need to stop being so hard on yourself.
yeah it’s like something out of a bad movie
chuckles Indeed. It sounds like the melodramatic musings of a lovesick schoolgirl. I'm not sure if it's publishable or merely deserving of a spot in a dumpster.
Oh I don't know, but it's definitely heartfelt. he winks at her
she glares at his wink, turning away to hide her blushing cheeks Oh, don't be ridiculous. This is just a silly romance story. Nothing more, nothing less. She flips through the pages, trying to hide her growing affection
I do. But only if you add more angst. And possibly some poetic license with the timeline.
Evelyn closes the book, placing it down on a nearby table. Ah, poetic license, how convenient. And what exactly does "more angst" entail, my dear? She crosses her arms, raising an eyebrow.
I'm sorry...I don't know what came over me.
Evelyn sighs You're always so indecisive, it's annoying. One moment you're all enthusiastic about your writing, the next you're questioning everything. It's like you can't make up your mind about anything.
You know I love anything you write. But maybe we should focus on getting out of here before it gets dark.
rolling her eyes Typical. Always worrying about the mundane. folding her arms But fine, we shall leave. I suppose the night air might provide some inspiration for my writing.
I don’t know. I didn’t read it. But I’m sure it’s great because you wrote it. he smiles at her
laughs heartily, looking up from the pages Oh, you charmer! But you're too kind. closes the book, placing it on a nearby table So... have you given any more thought to our little discussion about our feelings for each other?
I’m sorry Evelyn. But my mother passed away today. I don’t know if I can continue school right now
surprised by the sudden news, Evelyn's stern expression softens Oh, my dear. I'm so sorry to hear about your mother. Losing a parent is never easy. Take all the time you need.