zakary.
Writer, how he wished he could say yes to that. But because he didnât want misconceptions to arise, he shook his head. âIntern,â he repeated. âI want to be, but right now⌠I donât get to write anything that gets published.â Or at all, though he was hoping any of this would lead at least somewhere.Â
Zhyan nodded with a smile, refraining from saying Astoria was the first and only beach he had ever been to, yet he did hold fond memories of the place. Memories of a person he dearly missed. But before he could say much about what photos he had been looking for, she introduced herself and Zhyan was swept away into the next part of their conversation. âZakary, and I donât mind the rambling on and hijacking,â he added quickly with a smile. Or the company in general.Â
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âOh...so youâre like a writer-in-training? Cool!â If anything like that exists, then she hopes that heâs well on his way to getting a real job offer after the internship ends. "A cool name, and you donât mind my rambling,-â Taylorâs very pleased about that because it tends to happen often, particularly when sheâs in a good mood. â-weâre going to get along just fine, Zakary,â she declared with a grin. Taylor took a sip of beverage before asking another question. âDo you have any idea what sort of writing you want to do eventually?â

















