She sits on her chair, with the notebook open on the table, wondering. Spinning the pen between her fingers, she ponders on.

"Here, your lemon soda."
"Ah, thanks."

She looks up, the man is looking at her scribbles. The shadow of his cap falls on his blue eyes, giving some feeling she can't explain.

"Oh, excuse me. I was looking at your writing. Are you a writer? " He asks politely.

"Ah, yes. I am just trying out a new idea though. This will be my new novel, but can't really get anywhere with it. "

"Oh! Are you someone well known? I may have read some of works maybe? " His eyes lightened up by curiosity.

" Haha, not quiet known. But I have published two...