Ave Michaels is an out-and-proud cynical romantic who never had her heart broken (considering she has to fall in love first.)
That is until, in order to get published, she has to prove she's a versatile writer by writing a romance novel.
Throw in a...
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"In Which Reality is a Walk in the Park"
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"I still long for your chaos in all these quiet nights."
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Nichomachus
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12:30 AM
Emrys Park, Averill
"All right, you got me. Now, what do you want?"
Tia turns around, arms crossed — a clear indication that she was not amused at being dragged away from helping her friends in a club brawl without her consent.
It may also be because she had no intention of opening up or being overly familiar again with her captor.
Never again, she promises herself.
She had learned her lesson in the most painful way and bore the emotional scars for it.
To make that point clearer, she cocks her head to the side, refusing to face him.
It was only then that she realized where they were.
Beyond the grove of trees and the dense shrubbery, were benches and picnic tables that spread across the area. Not far from them was a monumental statue representing the town's founders, ensconced at the center of the whole place.
Blinking lights shine tens of meters away from where market vendors are about to call it a night.
The lampposts, a warm bright orange hue, glimmers so beautifully in contrast to the cold dark blue of the moonless sky.
It was to her luck that the nearest lamppost was a few yards away, enshrouding the two of them into silhouettes.
A few feet from them stood a classic red telephone booth, its paint chipped and cracked by the sides. A few graffiti were even sprayed and written in random places.
Beside it, was a small playground equipped with a couple of swings hanging immobile in the silent stillness of the night.
A park, she scoffs inwardly. Seriously?!
Of all the places he could choose to conduct their inevitable confrontation, it had to be out in the open space where everybody could see them.
It was bad enough to be possibly accused of sharing a clandestine affair with him in the park, but the thought of anyone finding out about their previous 'association' was worse.
