Molly's POV
We walked into my apartment and Emilia quickly scurried over to the stove putting to soup into a pot and turning it on.
''So,'' she looks at me ''I have a question for you.
''Shoot,'' I declared.
''I know you have never actually liked business so why do you do it.''she states.
I frown ''Because if this.'' I sighed and pointed around my apartment.
''Why don't you do what you love,'' she stated while stirring the soup.
''No inspiration.''And that was the end of the conversation.
Bzzzz. Bzzzzz bzzzzzz
Emilia's phone vibrated. She glanced at it and immediately picked it up. ''When I'm done I have to go.''
I knew she meant to work or to her dance company. ''Ok'' I replied.
***
''Bye'' she said as she walked out the door.
''See you later'' I replied and closed the door.
It was a Saturday what to do, what to do. My work was closed so that wasn't an option.
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Художественная прозаMolly just needs a little inspiration, will she find a guy to go with it. What does she really want to do with her life?
