reagan had never been the type of person who enjoyed writing in public, but she was finally having a breakthrough and if she didn’t leave her house now, she wouldn’t for the next sixteen hours. at least if she brought her laptop to her favorite lunch place, she would get some food and probably end up talking to someone -- which was exactly what happened. she glanced at the person sitting at the table next to her, leaning over to ask a book-related question. “excuse me, if you had to choose, would you rather be compared to wood that’s been cut down to build a fire or a river that’s been frozen over? for a writing exercise, of course.”
















