@luvhrt | starter call | daniel & ramona
Fingertip poked against his temple; eyes drawn to a spot on the wall behind Ramona’s head. He’d been in that same position for over and hour, lost in thought and dreading looming deadlines. Occasionally, Daniel would blow out a shallow breath that sounded remarkably like a bored sigh, but it was the only indication that he was present in the room at all. His phone was steadily vibrating against his thigh, but he made no move to answer the call – their editor (who by this time had called about sixteen times).
“If I answer that, he’s going to want to know where the story is…” Words finally uttered his transfixed gaze was finally broken and he was once again concentrating on her face. “And I’m stuck. I have no idea how to make this guy sound interesting. He has the personality of a wet noodle and can’t act his way out of a wet paper bag…” Gaze softened, almost desperate. “Help? How do you make a dud sound like a prince? I’ve been trying to figure out a way for the past hour, and…he’s just boring. Thank god, he’s got his looks.”












