SERENE

HER: Quatre

"Say something, M." Ava spoke out, while holding her head over the white desk, trying her level best, not to tip down little Acrisse over the edge.

Ava remembered Morgan practically cooing over that succulent a couple of weeks ago, and god knows how she had to stop the other from putting on a show in the streets downtown.
Acrisse was definitely a tiny little splash of green on Morgan's white and grey table, for Ava never liked that goddamn monochrome piece of furniture.

The draft in Morgan's hands was the brainchild of Ava's three sleepless nights and that awful Espresso from Willie's.

A romance novel.

Classic. Modern. Contemporary.

Morgan had given her the freedom to scribble down any genre that crossed her mind.

"It has to make it. That's all." Morgan had told her.

The Chief editor was a total douchebag. His obsession with the romance genre had skyrocketed to such an extent, that the guy only talked about it even in his casual conversations. Whatever ways Ava would vomit out her ideas, the guy would say its "not readable material".

Ava was tired of this. All this.

Morgan was like the only light amidst this dark oblivion, but at the moment even she was testing the waters.

"Morgan!" She practically screamed.

The other woman dropped the draft.

"Quiet down, you idiot."

"You are not saying anything. Say something. Please. Or throw it away. Even I don't like it."

Morgan gently smoothed the draft on the table.

"Look I gotta give it to you. This one's much better than the last one. I mean seriously, the last one with the wings and horns and fantasy stuff gave me a headache. This one's more into it. And much much better."

Ava stared at her blankly.
"But?"

"Huh?"

"Your intonation suggests there is a 'but' at the end."

Morgan huffed out.
"He... might not take it, I think."

Ava groaned as she threw up her hands.
Well this means more caffeine and sleep deprivation. Welcome to my life.

Morgan held her hand over the table.
"Listen..."

Ava quickly stood up, ready to leave, and, as Morgan feared, to immerse herself in her godforsaken laptop to type out her next draft.

Morgan had caught her in a Thanos-like death grip.

"Sit your ass down, Av. I won't say it twice."

Ava slumped down the chair and glanced at the other.

"I have been saying this ever since I met you. You work too much. It gets clogged and the clot comes out in your draft and it doesn't meh, make sense at all. You need a break. A big one. Period with a T."

"Uh huh...And you have been doing a great job convincing me. I can't remember the last time we went out, M. You get too caught up in your work that even miss your sorry tricks to get me to take a break."

Morgan closed her mouth.
True.

She had met Ava through an online group of BTS fans, lovingly called the ARMY, and Morgan knew she was the so-called soulmate shit people had been going on about.
They had hung out almost twenty times after that.