"I-I guess," I stutter, fumbling with the book and adjusting my glasses at the same time. Oh my gods this is so embarrassing. I avoid eye contact as i feel my face begin to warm up. I hold the book up higher and pretend to be studying a symbol on the page. "What's up?" I inwardly cringe at my mortal formality. "What do you wish to speak about?" I say slightly louder.
You are going to love some of your characters because they are you, or some facet of you, and you are going to hate some characters for the same reason. — Anne Lamott
