“I am not the most patient person in the world, am I?” Fidgety fingers and feeble foot-taps had already given it away, but his impatience would still require a nod of confirmation from her.
“I don’t know about the world, but you are!” The smile on her face had a hinge of naught in it – she was in no mood to let him off the hook so early.
“Sometimes – you can just lie and nod, can you?” He was irked right now. “There is a good chance that I am writing about this incidence in my next novel” His hands were busy in adjusting his tie for the thousandth time now. This meeting was going to decide if he could call himself ‘a published author’ in the coming weeks or not.
“Chill, its going to be fine.” She handed him his manuscript.
“I am okay with you writing about this. Cause conversations can be forgotten, but I want them to live forever through your stories!”
He calmly took his first script in his hands – from the writer of his own script in making!
Misguided Ghost 