WB: Guys, I have something to say!
I: Oh boy, here she goes!
Myself: Shut up and let the girl talk! Erm, type.
WB: *Glares* Ok, so you know that one musical, Wicked and The Wiz? How about the book, Dorothy Must Die (awesome book, by the way)? What do those all have in common?
FW: They're all published?
WB: Yes! But more than that, they're all fanfictions!
*Everyone is shocked and immediately starts chattering excitedly*
Mort: HOW THE HECK AM I SEAFOAM?!
Will practically pulled Evanlyn into the room, while she stumbled along behind him, blindfolded. Finally, he sat her down at a table. Then, the blindfold was removed.
"Oh, Will," Evanlyn said, smiling. The room was mostly made up of windows, and it was dusk, which allowed them a wonderful view of the setting sun. It just so happened to be lighting up the sky that night, sending a million shades of pink, orange, red, and everything in-between shooting over the horizon. The room itself was mostly bare with a table set up in the middle. An elegant meal was laid out on the table, and Will handed Evanlyn a bouquet of roses.
"It's magnificent."
Ha ha, just kidding, it actually went like this.
Will dragged Evanlyn into the room who was blindfolded.
"Honestly Will, what's with the blindfold?" she asked impatiently.
"Just a second," he said while he guided her to a seat by a wooden table. It was a nice wooden table, simple and sturdy. Then, the blindfold came off and...got stuck in her hair.
"Oh come on, long hair is so annoying! Everything gets stuck," Evanlyn said, slowly untangling it.
Then she really saw the room. The table was set up with a simple meal, and from the smell, Evanlyn could tell it was something foreign. Will handed her a slightly wilted flower (it was February after all). There was a few windows set up around the room and one balcony, and Evanlyn could see that while the sunset was lovely, it wasn't particularly breath-taking.
The meal, Will told her, was called chili, and Evanlyn found it to be quite good.
Then, Evanlyn told him to come with her.
"I may or may not've have prepared something as well," Evanlyn told him. Once in her room, she gave him a bag.
"Open it," she urged.
And so Will did. Inside, was four bags of coffee beans, and when Will read the painted-on label, he could see that they were from Arrida.
"Do you like it?" Evanlyn asked.
"It's coffee, of course I like it!" Will laughed before sweeping her off her feet.