Nonexistent Romance Novels

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"How long will our story be Tuan?"

"Maybe a page?"

"An infinite page."

"A nonexistent page."

Mark

Sighing happily I placed my coffee cup back on the table, the small sound it made when the edge of it touched the table made me smile. Nothing like a relaxing cup of coffee after such a long day of work. A waitress, who I didn't know the name of, walked towards my table, which was placed at the front of the shop by the window,"This is such a nice shop, and good coffee. Tell your boss they've got themselves a new regular." I told her once she had reached me.

Her lips curved up in a gentle smile,"I'm glad you enjoyed your stay." Standing up I pulled out my wallet and gave her two twenty dollar bills,"One for the coffee and one for you." I smiled back, leaving the peaceful atmosphere behind me. I'll be back tomorrow, I promised. Until then, back to work. Sighing I picked up my pace as I headed back home.

  Unlocking the door I stepped in to my apartment and took off my shoes. Walking down the thin hallway until I entered my office. Sitting down on my favorite chair I leaned back and stared at the black screen,"Maybe luck will be on my side now that I've had some coffee." Turning on my computer I opened up a tab and typed in 'publishers'. Clicking on the first link that caught my eye I dialed the number and placed my phone by my ear, waiting for the person to answer.

  "Hello?" A voice answered, my breath hitched,"Oh hello, is this Mr. Im?" I asked, idiot of course it is,"Yes, are you an author?" Surprised at the sudden question I almost dropped the phone, struggling to catch it I quickly answered,"Well, yes, how did you know?" A sigh came from the other line,"Listen, I already have ten authors on my list. I can't publish your book, sorry kid." Then the line went silent,"Okay then."

  I sighed,"Just like the last one." For hours I sat at my desk, calling one number and then the next, trying to get someone to publish my book. The response was the same,'look kid I've got a lot of author books to publish no can do' and I'd say okay and then they would hang up.

  Clicking on another link a whole new list of numbers and names appeared. Going from the bottom up I typed in the first number, prepared to get turned down. The phone rang, the sound echoing throughout the room. On what felt like the last second, the sound of someone answering the call entered my ears.

   "Hello?" A younger sounding voice answered this time. Quickly grabbing the script I had written I read it to the man on the other line,"Yes hello, is this Mr. Park, a publisher?" Waiting for what the man was going to say next I put the paper away,"For one don't call me Mr.Park okay? If we are going to work together you better start calling me Jinyoung." Silence.

"I'm sorry what did you say?" Shock spread through me, he didn't say no! "That's why you called right? To be your publisher?" I nodded even though he couldn't see me,"Yeah of course! I'm sorry I was expecting a no after two hours of rejection." Shut up! You are gonna weird him out! "Yeah it's not easy being an author. Anyways before we make any plans for anything I want to meet you." Already? Stuttering I looked around for an idea of what place we could meet at. Oh I know!

    "Jinyoung, do you like coffee?" I asked, grinning like an idiot at the thought of going back to the coffee shop,"Of course I do, why?" My smile grew bigger,"Well I know the perfect coffee shop. We can meet there!" Who can say no to that? "I don't know." My jaw dropped before I quickly shut it again, my teeth colliding painfully,"Um, what do you mean 'I don't know'? You wanted to meet up right?" There was a chuckle on the other end,"I don't even know what country you live in." I hung my head, duh! I'm so stupid!

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