This Romantic Novel [√]

Chapter 6: His Class

Two days have passed since the reunion. Right now, I am sitting at a local cafe with my laptop on and a book open, waiting for inspiration to take over my mind and write my story.

But in all honesty.

               Nothing came.

It sucked.

Writers block. A common enemy to all authors who wish to write something spectacular.

               All I could do was stare through the massive window that displayed the outside world, observing the surroundings and the people that wandered by. I tried everything to overcome this obstacle, listening to music or reading other romance novels.

But nothing.

It led me to groan before taking a sip of my drink as I continued to think of other methods that could work.

"Ugh, why won't this unblock?" I mumble under my breath, staring at a blank laptop screen that was accessible on a doc that had the words 'L.O.V.E'.

               I unconsciously scoffed at the words, however, I continued to gaze at them with utmost importance.

"Jade," A familiar voice spoke my name.

Turning my head, I looked up to see Luke wearing grey track pants with a blue shirt over a white long-sleeved shirt that held the word 'Y.O.U.T.H' in bold letters.

"Luke," I said his name, a bit surprised, while my heart started to race once again, about what happened two days ago. "What are you doing here?" I curiously questioned.

Luke smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. "I came to buy an iced Americano," He answered, pointing to the cash register behind him. "Now, I'm just waiting for my order."

"I see you still like your iced Americano," I chuckled, closing my notebook..

"You notice what I like," He said remarkably.

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"Huh?"

I said, acting bewildered to hope that will cover up myself from being blown from my younger self-observation.

"Nothing," Luke quickly said, turning his head away while I mentally screamed victoriously.

Meanwhile, I continued to pack my things in my bag, not noticing Luke's eyes gazing at me attentively.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

Once I finished packing away stuff in my bag, I stood up and held my drink before speaking.

"Well, I came here to find inspiration for my romance novel, but I have writer's block today. So it seems that I'm heading home to try and gather it there," I explained sorrowfully.

               Nodding my head at my sorrowful thoughts, I was about to leave when his hand gripped my wrist securely, leading me to stop and look back at him with both confusion and excitement clashing inside of me.

"Maybe I can help you with your writer's block," He suggested with a smile that allowed anyone to get distracted.

"What do you mean?" I tried to keep my cool, befuddled about his suggestion.