Bookshelf Fiend [open]

[Lacey]

Avery sat in the back of the coffee shop lightly sipping on a creamy drink. She pulled her hair back into a tight bun on top of her head and grabbed a black notebook out of her satchel. She looked around the room for inspiration but found deadness, and in that she also realized how late it was. She sighed and closed the notebook halfway when she notcied someone was standing infront of her. Avery looked up curiously.
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[❀ Melíssa]

      "Whatcha writing?" Nate asked the girl seated in front of him. He'd been watching her half the time she was there, and was curious as to what she was working on - or not working on, as the case seemed to be. He knew that unmotivated look from watching his cousins try to finish lyrics or a melody and get nowhere.

[Lacey]

Avery smiled at the boy. She had seen him here before but she was too nervous to ever say anything. She closed her notebook lightly. "I was trying to write a poem," She shook her head. "But nothing has inspired me." She sipped her coffee. "Yet."

[❀ Melíssa]

      A hybrid of a smirk and a genuine smile crossed Nate’s face fleetingly, and he rested his hand on the back of the chair in front of him. “Do you write professionally?” he asked. “Or just for personal enjoyment?”

Sorry it took so long for such a lame reply. I only get a chance to respond on weekends, and even then, half the weekend is spent with the band

[Lacey]

Avery smiled. "Kind of like a hobby." She got up from the table and gently put her notebook inside. "I think maybe I'll be a writer. Not sure." She hurdled her shoulder bag over and looked at him.

"What about you?"

[it's fine. i don't always remember to come on here either. x) ]

[❀ Melíssa]

      “Well I’m certainly not much of a writer. More of an observer, really,” he looked around the room, eyes wide. “See?” he cracked a smile. “Have you ever submitted your work anywhere? Been published somewhere?