I returned from lunch quicker than I'd left.

I held my empty sandwich wrapper in one hand before stuffing it into the bin, taking a drink from the coffee in my other.

Normally I'd walk to Central Park and have lunch there, but today I couldn't wait.

I was convinced my Blackberry was broken, and I wasn't receiving my emails to my phone like normal.

So I had to go back to the office and check my computer.

I knew it was a vain hope, but I sat down in my chair quickly anyway, anticipation running around in my stomach.

Just as I hit the button to make my computer come back to life, my phone bleeped from my pocket.

Unable to wait those few seconds longer I grabbed my phone and opened the email.

From: Bookworm17

To: MasenPublishing05

Hello.

I've been writing my story since I was seventeen.

Nice to meet you by the way, I hope you enjoy the story.

I closed my eyes, resting my forehead against the cool wood of my table, already hearing her voice in my ear as she told me with discretion that she was already working on a novel. At seventeen.

I sighed.

"Bella..."