Writing Prompt

After Tess saves Mattheo and his roommate, she seems to have some doubts.

”I thought you two would like each other... But you’re just, staring,” Mattheo said awkwardly.

”Shut Up,” they both say, not breaking eye contact.

”Okay but one question. Does blinking count in this staredown orrr?”

”No it doesnt,” Tess said grabbing his ear.

”Ow ow ow okay okay,” Mattheo whined as she let go.

Then Sam...

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“You’re paranoid, it must be a work car that only drives during the night.” She answers.

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He didn’t even care to look back at her to...

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It’s quiet. I can expect no one to call or bother me. Perfect environment to concentrate. Usually at least.

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