𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘋𝘺𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘖'𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯

34) Logophile

Logophile (noun) [law-guh-fahyl, log-uh]
A lover of words

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"Kids! Dinner is ready!" You called out, not receiving a response from your twins, son and daughter, but from your husband.

"I want some dinner, hun," He said as he wrapped his arms around you. "Yes..." you managed to say. It's been 8 years of your marriage but he still gives you the shivers when he's this close to you.

You heard footsteps coming towards the dining table. Dylan sat at his place, while the rest of the family sat in their selected places as well.

"Mommy, what's there for food?" Your 6 year old boy asked. "You'll see," You grinned, sure that your kids and your husband would love the food your prepared.

"Yay! Chicken nuggets and fries!" Dylan said with excitement and reaches to grab a nugget. "Hey! Those are for the kids!" You slapped his hand and he looked at you, hurt. You know how much he loved chicken nuggets but you had made something else for him.

"Here," You removed a foil piece off of a large plate. "Yes! I got steak," Dylan said goofily, making your kids laugh. You knew your kids wouldn't enjoy eating steak as much as nuggets shaped like dinosaurs and stars.

You smiled. Even after all these years, he didn't lose his fun-loving touch. "Daddy, how did you meet mommy?" You daughter asked as she ate a french fry. Dylan looked at you with a grin.

"Well..."

**FLASHBACK**

'He opened the red oak door and walked towards the counter, yearning for a piece of delectable cherry pie, to go along with his perfect day'

Hmm... you think, What would Max do after that?

You are writing a novel, a mystery thriller about a man who finds himself in the weirdest and most tense situations. You  are in the process of writing your second novel to the trilogy.

You've always loved reading books. You've always had a special place for writing, and you are fascinated by what language and words can do to express a certain topic. What better way to combine it all than to become a author?

Ting!

The café's door bell rang as a man, 5 ft 10 in casual clothes, walks in. He searches the menu for something good to eat while he waits for his friend to meet up with him.

You can't help but stare at the handsome individual. He looks at you and smiles, then resumes his hunt for something to munch on.

The café,  to your surprise, is full. No vacant seats except the one in front of you, which means...

"Hi, I don't want to be intruding but... could I sit here? There's no other seat and I won't be here long," The handsome man asks, a brown bag and a cup of coffee in his hands.

"Uh, yeah sure!" You say and shift your laptop and papers closer to you. "I'm Dylan by the way," He says and puts his hand out. You shake it and smile, "I'm [y/n]."

Dylan looks at you with realisation. "Wait a minute... [y/n]... as in, [y/n] [y/l/n]?!" He asks, slightly excited. "Umm, yeah," You say with a bit of hesitation.

Dylan rummags through his bag that he has, hanging across one shoulder. "I knew you looked familiar. Wow, I can't believe I got to see you!" He says and takes out a book from his bag. It was your first novel: 'Lost In Reverie'.

You can't believe it. You are meeting a fan. Dylan is a fan of your book... at least he has read it.

"I absolutely love your book. It's mind blowing!" He compliments, making you smile. "Thank you, you're so kind!" You respond. He starts to place the book back in his bag but stops.

"If you don't mind... could you sign it for me?" He requests and you chuckle. "I'd love to," You take the book from him and open the first page, "To whom should I sign?"

"Uh, Dylan... Dylan O'brien."

**FLASHBACK END**

"So mommy and daddy met at a café?" You son questioned, puzzled at the thought. You nodded, "Yes baby, we did." You picked up all the dirty plates and utensils and placed them in the kitchen sink. The whole family helped clear the table after finishing dinner.

"I was a big fan of mommy's books and when I saw her I... fell in love," Your husband said and kissed you on the cheek, gaining a few 'ews' from your kids. You laughed.

"Daddy, if you didn't go and get your sandwich that day... you wouldn't have met mommy?" [y/d/n] asked. Dylan looked at her then at you, "Yes, I wouldn't have met your mother. And how awful would that be, because you guys wouldn't be here right now then!"

Dylan picked up both your kids in his arms, they laughed and begged that their daddy put them down as he tickled them.

Isn't it weird that a visit to a café, on a Thursday afternoon, had changed your life completely?

You were glad it did.