He's frustrated. His visit to the coffee shop had only one reason behind it: writing. According to the other English majors, coffee shops overwhelmed writers with muse. BULLSHIT. He's been sitting here for the past half hour with a blank word document on his laptop screen and a cup of coffee he has no interest in drinking. In a feeble attempt to find something to write about, he turned towards the stranger closest to him. ❝ Do you mind giving me a writing prompt? ❞











