"You trekked the Inca Trail to Machu Picchu? Me too!"
"No way. I didn't think you were the type."
"Type? Don't be stereotypical. Girls can walk just as well as boys can."
"I meant because you're a writer. You probably live in a secluded cottage somewhere and only leave for supplies." I rolled my eyes.
"You know I live in London. Where are you going to find a secluded spot in London?"
"I wasn't saying it's true."
"Then why do you say it at all? Geez."
He shrugged.
"You're the most impatient person I've ever met, and it's weird that you stayed with me for so long."
"Long? Two days isn't long."
"It is for me."
"I've heard your entire life story, you don't seem that bad. Apart from when you say stupid things."
"That's probably why then. Most people don't know me. They hear me say one diva-rish thing and they're out. They think I'm a snobby brat because I want a Smart Water instead of Evian."
"Why the hell do you care what water you drink? Tap water is perfectly fine in England you know. Weirdo."
YOU ARE READING
Drove Me Wild
فكاهةAubrey is a best-selling author who meets a famous rock star when she reluctantly agrees to write his autobiography. Things happen.
