@forrest-j-taylor | Closed Starter
Jamie wasn’t really a reader, he’d never been able to fully immerse himself into words built up by flowery language and spread out over hours and hours. Movies were more his forte, but he’d promised he’d work his way through a novel if Forrest did the same for his favorite post-apocalyptic thriller, and he was nothing if not a man of his word. Besides, it wasn’t as if he had anything better to do with his abundance of free time now that he was out of job.
Plunking the old tome down on the table - sticky notes of every color sticking out at random intervals, marking his venture through the text - he slid into the booth across from Forrest and greeted him with a polite smile. “You were right, it wasn’t the worst thing I’ve ever read.”