“I love it, thank you,” she said, genuinely touched.
Rob looked so hopeful, and the notebook was probably the nicest notebook she’d ever owned. She couldn’t exactly bring up his spending now.
Rob leaned over, kissed her neck, opened the first page, then put the pen in her hand.
“ ‘Once upon a time…,’ ” he said, eyes warm with encouragement. She looked up at him, affection softening her expression. “ ‘Act one, scene one’?”
“You’re very sweet, but it’s not quite as easy as that.”
“Okay, not a story, just an idea then, a character, a place,” he said, laying his hand on her back.
She closed her eyes briefly. Lovely as the sentiment was, she knew a new notebook wasn’t going to solve her writer’s block. But then as she looked down at the blank page, an idea started to flicker in the dark. A boy in Ireland, waiting to see a painting…All the things he did while he was waiting. Maybe he never even got to see it. It would be likeWaiting for Godotbut with heart, about all the things that happen while you’re waiting for something to happen.
Then she felt it, that little spark of electricity, the glitter of a new idea, full of possibility. Because there is nothing quite as perfect as a story you haven’t written yet.
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Pros and Cons of dating a BoiBot
Pros
Cons
Incredibly handsome.
Needs access to power source.
