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Erina scanned the shelves for the book she wanted. She had been in Barnes and Noble for at least a half hour now trying to find the right book. Writing a book proposal wasn't easy, but it helped if you had a good book to help you do it. Her brow furrowed and she adjusted her glasses before selecting a book off the shelf. She opened it, scanned through it and closed it with a sigh.
At nineteen, she had just written her first novel about Irish faeries and their many adventures with the mortal folk. The book was a true production of her imagination and she felt that perhaps somewhere out there, there would be a publisher just waiting for her manuscript to be slapped down on his desk.
She had come up with the idea while sitting in one of her classes one day. The teacher had been droning on about something or other, but Erina wasn't paying attention. She was staring out the window, watching as the leaves on a large oak tree danced in the wind. Her imagination, as it always did, wandered and suddenly it was there. The idea had come to her so quick that she really couldn't pinpoint what made her think of it. And she had started writing the first chapter before class was over that day.
Now, it was done and all she had to do was write a proposal for it. She kneeled down in front of the shelf of books and looked at the ones on the bottom. Again, she scanned the titles. Again, she chose a book and looked at the inside pages. Erina was so deep in thought that she did not see the person coming towards her.
Chris was tired. He and the others had done interviews and more interviews about their show. He had posed for pictures until his mouth hurt from smiling. Now, they were just chilling in some bookstore in New York before they had to make their way back home- to Canada.
He couldn't wait to get home. To get away from all of the attention and sleep. Right now, though, all he wanted to do was get a magazine and then sit down in the café to enjoy his coffee. Chris' mind was so tired from all that they had done since being in New York that he didn't see the figure kneeling on the floor.
She had found it! The perfect book for writing her proposal. It was short and witty, which made it easier to read. Erina got to her feet and turned without acknowledging that someone was right behind her. That is, until she ran smack into the person's chest.
"OH Sh-," Chris exclaimed.
"Oh!" Erina exclaimed, jumping back from her unintended victim. She was about to apologize, to explain that it was her fault. After all, she hadn't been looking where she was going. Yet, something she stopped.
The guy in front of her gasped in shock and looked down at the front of his white teeshirt. Streams of hot brown coffee were meandering their way down his shirtfront until getting to the edge of his shirt. There, they formed drips and fell to the floor in hot pursuit of each other.
Erina scanned the shelves for the book she wanted. She had been in Barnes and Noble for at least a half hour now trying to find the right book. Writing a book proposal wasn't easy, but it helped if you had a good book to help you do it. Her brow furrowed and she adjusted her glasses before selecting a book off the shelf. She opened it, scanned through it and closed it with a sigh.
At nineteen, she had just written her first novel about Irish faeries and their many adventures with the mortal folk. The book was a true production of her imagination and she felt that perhaps somewhere out there, there would be a publisher just waiting for her manuscript to be slapped down on his desk.
She had come up with the idea while sitting in one of her classes one day. The teacher had been droning on about something or other, but Erina wasn't paying attention. She was staring out the window, watching as the leaves on a large oak tree danced in the wind. Her imagination, as it always did, wandered and suddenly it was there. The idea had come to her so quick that she really couldn't pinpoint what made her think of it. And she had started writing the first chapter before class was over that day.
Now, it was done and all she had to do was write a proposal for it. She kneeled down in front of the shelf of books and looked at the ones on the bottom. Again, she scanned the titles. Again, she chose a book and looked at the inside pages. Erina was so deep in thought that she did not see the person coming towards her.
Chris was tired. He and the others had done interviews and more interviews about their show. He had posed for pictures until his mouth hurt from smiling. Now, they were just chilling in some bookstore in New York before they had to make their way back home- to Canada.
He couldn't wait to get home. To get away from all of the attention and sleep. Right now, though, all he wanted to do was get a magazine and then sit down in the café to enjoy his coffee. Chris' mind was so tired from all that they had done since being in New York that he didn't see the figure kneeling on the floor.
She had found it! The perfect book for writing her proposal. It was short and witty, which made it easier to read. Erina got to her feet and turned without acknowledging that someone was right behind her. That is, until she ran smack into the person's chest.
"OH Sh-," Chris exclaimed.
"Oh!" Erina exclaimed, jumping back from her unintended victim. She was about to apologize, to explain that it was her fault. After all, she hadn't been looking where she was going. Yet, something she stopped.
The guy in front of her gasped in shock and looked down at the front of his white teeshirt. Streams of hot brown coffee were meandering their way down his shirtfront until getting to the edge of his shirt. There, they formed drips and fell to the floor in hot pursuit of each other.