#paulchat

{╞╕}-Paul taps out a short beat with his pencil on his notepad. He bites his lip, before looking up from his notepad when the person he was making observations of seemed to finally take notice of him. He turned a deep shade of red realizing they were now in front of him and the handful of scrawlings of their behaviors were in front of him.

{╞╕}—Paul awkwardly tapped on the other person’s shoulder, holding a pen and paper in his hands.  He cleared his throat, before giving the other a slight smile.

    “Uhm... I’m doing a survey for the college newspaper,” he couldn’t quite make eye contact, “we want to know if the American people feel like their voices are being heard by their local government.”  He seemed a little robotic, and clearly didn’t want to be doing this, but he was here.

{╞╕}-Paul looked and snapped a notebook shut when he finally realized someone was talking to him. He looked flustered, either from not having heard what they were saying or the fact that they were returning his wallet. He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten his wallet but remembered to grab his notebooks.

       “Uh.... thank you,” he said, tentatively taking his wallet from the other person with a deep red blush. “Where... where did I leave this?” he asked, looking around the park. The fountain, the statue, or any of the other places he’d been people-watching at. “Sh-Should I give you a reward? How’s ten dollars?” He asked, opening his wallet.

{╞╕}—Paul sighed, tearing out yet another page from his journal. He just couldn’t seem to stick with any single idea. He didn’t realize he’d just tossed his most recent failure of an idea - in his mind -directly at a stranger passing behind him.

     “Come on page... give me something good,” he said, sounding desperate. “Just one good idea - heck, even a limerick will do.” He sighed, slumping back in his seat. “I’m tapped out.”

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