Jamia: ‘Where are you?’
Irina: ‘Starbucks,’ I said. ‘I’m having a burnout staying at home, so I am writing my story here.’
Jamia: ‘Is that a love story?’
Irina: ‘Hmmm, not really, but almost a love story,’ I said and placed the straw trapped between my lips. ‘It’s a sad story, though not tragic.’
Jamia: ‘Uh, I don’t like sad endings,’ she said. ‘What are you drinking?’
Irina: ‘White chocolate mocha,’
Jamia: ‘Why don’t you put a twist on your story to make it interesting,’ she said. ‘Like, the main character have multiple personality disorder, or the main character is bipolar and also too brainy for the average people.’
Irina: ‘Hmmm, I will think about that,’ I said and put a spoonful of blueberry cheese cake into my mouth. ‘I have done a total of 45,958 word counts,’ I said. ‘And I
