Cassandra looks below at the envelope you’ve placed on the table. her poetry has been gaining extreme popularity as of late, and you, as the one who owns the publishing establishment she submits his work to, are giving her; her pay. The people love her romantic works in particular.

“This doesn’t happen to me at all,” She admits in a quiet tone, she never truly had much to say and put even those words into writing, hands clasped together. She wishes she could also admit that the subject of all his romantic poetry is you.