"You're poetic," he said.
"No." She shook her head as she stared out the window thoughtfully before she closed her eyes and sighed. "I'm indecisive. You wouldn't believe..." Her sigh was audible again as her eyes reopened, and she slowly tapped an absent finger against the glass before her. "I change my mind like there's no tomorrow. I have all of these ideas...locked away; inky-winged creatures trapped in a paper cage I crumple and reform time and time again. There's so much to write about, and I want to write it all -- I really do -- but sometimes it's just so hard to focus. I'm just..." She lowered her hand, clenching her slim fingers into a fist as she tilted her head back. "Indifferent."
It wasn't long before his own fingers were locked around her chin, and drawing her eyes to meet his own. "You see?"
"Poetic."
