Another piece of paper hit the floor and that’s why Charlie decided to intervene. He knew you loved your new writing room, but you had spent hours in there. So, he carefully approached your desk. He kissed your head and tried not to scare you. You had a bad habit of listening to music with the volume all the way up.

“It’s just me… How about we take a break, huh?”

He tried to persuade you, kissing your cheeks and massaging your shoulders. He felt your body relax under his touch and removed your headphones. He observed all the small balls of paper that missed the trash can. Then, he began to understand why you would refuse to play basketball.

“This book’ s been stressing you a lot”

He knelt next to you and cupped your face. He could tell you were excited about your new place to get inspiration but he also saw those tired eyes. Charlie wouldn’t take it anymore.

‘What' s wrong? You never struggle this bad to write a book”