MaryGold
terrified to be known, desperate to be understood
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- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Genres
- romance. angst. drama. modern. fantasy. supernatural. adventure. crime. period pieces.
L U C A S
Lucas gently pushed the food around on his plate, taking small bites at a time. The meal was delicious, but he wasn't truly hungry. He ate not to be rude and to sit with the others despite the table being slightly quiet. Almost awkwardly so and that reason probably contributed to the fact that they barely knew one another, even Eden and Ethan.
"Um, how long do you plan to stay in town?" Lucas asked because talking gave him an excuse not to it. Admittedly, it was weird addressing any of the two thespians at the table.
"Ah, a few days maybe." Isabelle answered. Her breathing hitched as if she was going to sneeze, but she didn't. Instead, she covered her nose and mouth."I'm sorry, I think I caught something so I'll just ..." She mumbled something in Spanish before leaving the table.
"Well, on a lighter note I'll be leaving at the end of next week for the Cleveland International Piano Competition for Young Artist. They sent a letter accepting me into the competition."
"That's awesome, why didn't you say anything earlier?"
"Because I got the letter today. While Eden was in jail. By the way, thanks for getting him out, uh, Mr. Carstairs."
Because he honestly didn't know how to address the man and neither did Lucas.