I can write pages and pages of dialogue (and the occasional narrative) and find most of it to be crap. Or what I perceive as crap. Somebody else might think it’s okay. Then I go back and read, and reread…and reread…and then something stands out that I actually like and it sticks in my brain and I find myself wondering, “Why can’t it ALL be like that?”
But I guess I’ll take what I can get.
The air of arrogant confidence that had once radiated from him had crumbled, gone completely. In its place stood a timid, broken, kid.
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After six years she’d almost convinced herself she didn’t want him in her life anymore. If she didn’t have to see him, she could forgive herself easier for giving up when he decided he was finally ready to fight.
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She wanted to restore a little more of his confidence, even though she knew she was just packing her things into the hand basket for her one-way ticket to hell.
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Ben let her go and bent to kiss her cheek. At the last second Marina turned her head, catching him on the lips. He froze, dark eyes wide. A slow smile spread across his lips and he shook his head, “That’s my move, Gator.”
“Then I’ve learned from the best,” she smirked.
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Now that he could see her clearly, Ryan realized he’d recognize her anywhere. He watched her curiously as she walked toward him, his heart hammering in his chest.
She looked up at him and smiled, “Can I help you find something?”
He shook his head slowly, trying to swallow past the sudden knot in his throat, “Hey, Hallie.”
So maybe there were two reasons he’d braved coming back.
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Kate heaved a frustrated sigh, shaking her head as she looked down at the package of coffee filters, “I have not had enough sleep for my fingers to be able to separate these things,” she looked up, surprised when Andy appeared next to her, carefully taking the package and plucked a single filter from the stack. He handed them back to her with a smirk, but didn’t say a word.
She stared up at him and shook her head, “You probably think I’m a raging, insufferable bitch right about now.”
He laughed, shrugging, “I wouldn’t say that. I think you have little patience for people who clearly don’t know how to do their job—justified. But you’re still nice enough to answer their stupid questions even though it drives you crazy.”
“Out of that you concluded that I’m nice?”
“Why are you up at six in the morning for a conference call with people you have no obligation to talk to?”
She opened her mouth to respond and promptly snapped it shut. She stared up at him, brows furrowed.
Tucker snorted, shaking his head, “I’ve never seen anybody figure her out that fast.”
Andy looked at him, arching an eyebrow, “Seriously?”
He shrugged, motioning toward Kate, “Katie usually keeps people guessing the entire time they work together. They’re also usually afraid of her.”
“I think most people are intimidated by smart women. Most guys at least.”
“Are you intimidated by smart women?”
Andy turned to look at Kate again, “Why should I be? I have nothing to overcompensate for.”
She eyed him critically and nodded as she poked him in the shoulder, “I think I like you.”
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Also, at this point, I’m pretty sure Word is just fucking with me.
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