em's writing in her notebook. her writing is big and cursive with lots of loops, "i think i have the basic plot-line for my film."
"don't tell me your idea," i tell her, as i read through chapter six of my textbook, "i still haven't thought about what i'm going to do."
she shrugs, "alright."
she packs up her bag and pushes the seat back, "gotta run to class."
i've been making eye-contact with the barista multiple times in the past hour. i meet her eyes again and she looks down quickly. i smile to myself.
i reach for my cup of cold coffee as my phone buzzes. the dark screen lights up and i'm greeted with the default wallpaper i haven't changed (em calls me boring, but i think the default rain wallpaper is very appropriate for england).
gennie: i can't wait to see you!! so much to tell you about!
a feeling of nostalgia rushes through me and i realize that thanksgiving is in a few days and i haven't booked a plane ticket home. she can't wait to see me and the feelings are more than reciprocated.
-authors note-
school has been hella busy, i'm doing volleyball and rugby and i just haven't had inspo. but i have some great ideas (aka he's gonna go back to see gennie ooh ahh)
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the art of film
Short Storyin which xavier donahue moves abroad to england to study film, get away from his unrequited love-slash-best friend and start over; meeting a charismatic acting student in a laundromat with an affection for shakespearean plays. ❝ they say; everyone...
