The Writer's Love Affair

Episode 5: Karma

Episode 5: Karma

Something was wrong.

Leslie knew that much when Christopher messaged her and said not to come over today.

She checked the calendar and frowned when it confirmed that it was indeed a Thursday—a day set for meeting him.

Curiosity has always played an integral role in her life. It was basically engraved into her personality, more than the usual individual's. Sometimes it could be a bad thing, especially when it came to overstepping the boundaries of someone's comfort. But as she stood at the writer's front door and he pulled it open to reveal a pale faced version of himself, it occurred to her that it could also be a good thing.

"I thought I already told you that we're taking a break today." Between his bland explanation there were fits of coughs and the woman invited herself inside.

He sighed, it sounded heavier than usual, before he closed the door behind him.

Scanning him from head to toe, he was a mess; beneath his tired eyes were bags and beyond it an exhausted expression which told plenty of his physical state. He coughed roughly again and with the sniffles which followed her suspicions were confirmed.

"Are you sick?"

The woman eyed him nervously and he couldn't help but roll his eyes at her dramatic expression.

"If it makes you happy to hear it out loud, yes, I'm sick, Miss Quinn. It seems your mouth has cursed me in more ways than one."

She frowned at him limping towards the couch and taking a seat there. He grabbed for the laptop before him and proceeded to type. It was only a minute in that he felt the unsettling pressure of someone staring at him. When he looked up, he saw his editor glaring in a manner which made him perplexed. "Have I done something to offend you?"

"Did you take anything for your cold?

"I don't believe in the pharmaceutical industry."

She scoffed. "And what do you believe in, Mr. Wells?"

"Consistency," he said without second guessing. "And knowing how rarely I ever catch a cold as well as the nature of it, I know that my body will clear it within two day's time."

"It's nice to have a good immune system but sometimes it needs the extra push in order to resolve the symptoms. With you still working in the midst of it fighting, how do you expect yourself to get better that quickly? Especially without any pills?"

"Is this you worrying about me, Miss Quinn?" He asked, looking up from beneath a pair of dark rimmed glasses.

She flushed at how good he looked in them combined with the deep gaze of his blue eyes.

"I'm not worried. Just annoyed by your attitude."

"You're not the first to feel that way. Get in line." He casually replied before going back to typing.

"You said I cursed you before, well I'm cursing you now. I hope you feel so sick that you'll have to end up in the hospital. A little time there will teach you a good lesson."

"That's a bit harsh of you." He regarded the screen with darkened eyes, still typing.

She hadn't meant a word of it but if the thought of it had the ability to scare him by some extent then it was worthwhile.