Janice could feel her heart in her throat. “What’s up?” she tried to ask as casually as possible. “Oh you know, the usual,” Kyle said, each word making her heart rush just a bit faster.

“Nothing then?” she teased. “Yup, pretty much. You?” he said. “Same, trying to write but I lack the inspiration,” she told him. “Yeah, don’t you hate it when that happens. You’re dying to write but there’s nothing to write about. Well actually there’s plenty to write about, you just can’t find the right words,” his reply momentarily silencing Janice, “Janice?”

“Yeah, I’m here. You write?” she asked in disbelief. “Yeah, its a great stress reliever,” he replied. “Wow, I didn’t know that,” she said, still not completely convinced. “You don’t believe me do you?” his turn to ask the questions. “Well not entirely,” she admitted. “Well then I’ll e-mail you some of my work now so I can prove it to you,” he said, a triumphant tone to his voice.

Janice went to check her e-mail.