Eden took the sketchbook and flipped through it. It was a marvelous depiction of creativity and experimentation. She admired the persistence and heart. “This is really cool! I like your style.” Eden handed the sketchbook back to him. “How long have you been drawing and stuff?”
He held up five fingers stating five years.
“Five years?” Eden asked for clarification.
(Like, I know what it means but I figured that Eden would want to make sure so I did it to stay in character)
He nods keeping his face covered.
“Cool, cool. I’m a writer…I think I already said that…anyway, I’m a writer, but I’ve never really finished anything.”
Eden shrugs, “It’s like I start out with an idea, and I start to write it, but then I start to hate it and I don’t wanna write it anymore so I have no more inspiration, so I stop writing it and it just kinda…dies. I keep holding onto my characters, though. I got attatched to them and now I’m trying to write them a home.”
'they need a place they can belong also.' He wrote
Eden nodded. “Yeah. I guess we all do.”
'Our word is chaotic. How can we even survive this mess?'
Eden snorted, “Ain’t that the truth.”
He smiled. 'like if you hated your soulmate but your forced to be together?'
Eden faltered. She didn’t know if he was referring to them or not. “I feel like this whole soulmates thing is meticulous. You wouldn’t get paired with someone unless you worked together well, and…fit. I don’t know; maybe I’m just a hopeless romantic, but I feel like this has reason, y’know?”
'My friend was one actually. He never liked her and still doesn't to this day."
“Hmm…that’s…weird. And concerning. Maybe they found each other at the wrong time.”
'Possibility. Like I just don't care. a soulmate is a soulmate.'
'guess that's something we have in common.'
“Plus the fact that we both do hipstery creative stuff.”
'True!' He wrote smiling. He seemed to like talking to her.
Eden giggled. “What did you order?” She asked, pointing to his drink.
(Oh crap it’s my turn lol)