“do it. i dare you.”
“B-but!” Kira began, tears unconsciously welling up in her widened eyes as she stared into Cami’s slightly narrowed, unrelenting blues. Those were not the eyes of someone she could talk into taking the dare back. Whining to herself, Kira chewed nervously on her bottom lip, turning back to her open laptop and opening a Google Document. This wasn’t just any document, not even just any short story. It was her Frankenstein, her Jane Eyre, written in one night and edited every night for a month until it was as close to perfection as she could get. And Cami had just dared her to submit it to the 2017 Watty Awards. The anxious young writer stared at the ‘submit’ button onscreen for what felt like ages before a high pitched squeak left her lips.
“I can’t do it, I can’t do it, I can’t- Cami!” Her panicked shouts had the eyes of almost every patron in the cafe focused solely on the two women occupying a table, but Kira was completely oblivious. Hers were too busy boring holes into Cami’s, as if refusing to look at her laptop screen would erase the blonde’s actions. But the innocent grin told her that wasn’t going to happen.
“There you go, it’s submitted! Now, how should we celebrate?”
Kira nearly passed out then and there.
